The hurricane rises, fierce from the sea,
A deafening roar of nature’s rage set free
Its breath, wild and untamed, sweeps the skies,
A beast of fury where the heavens collide,
Relentless, it batters the trembling shore,
A power too great for the earth to ignore

Waves crash like titans against fragile land,
The wind, like vengeful gods, sweep across the sand
Ancient trees, rooted deep, are torn from their grip,
Lives upturned in the storm’s merciless whip

Walls once proud now crumble to the earth,
Roofs scatter like leaves in autumn’s dearth
The storm devours with insatiable might,
All that it touches, swallowed by the night

Lightning cleaves the sky with a savage hand,
Floodwaters rise, drowning the land
Roads dissolve into rivers of despair,
Towns disappear as if they were never there
A storm without mercy, no conscience or soul,
A force untamed, beyond our control

Yet in its rage, there’s a terrible grace,
Nature’s raw power we’re forced to face
It leaves behind silence, ruin, and scars,
The broken echoes of chaos beneath the stars

But even in ruin, the earth turns anew,
The storm’s grip loosens, as skies fade to blue
Though its mark remains, deep and profound,
We rise from the wreckage, bound by hope found
For though the storm may have hit us hard,
The human spirit is stronger by far

Note: This poem is dedicated to all the victims and survivors of Hurricane Helene, which battered the U.S. recently and caused massive damage and fatalities in Florida, North Carolina, Georgia, and East Tennessee.