HURRICANES

Hurricanes

They begin as winds,
restless to be active.
Not showing their hidden sins,
nor how they'll be destructive.

As they stir their witches brew
across the sky above,
these were not ladies as they grew.
They have no thoughts of love.

Katrina, what a cheerful name,
now brings memories of horror.
Forever will it be her shame
of all the tears of sorrow.

Rita, an equally delightful name,
brought additional damage
and rendered the same
destruction and carnage.

These witches now have left
and only the havoc remains.
Where are we to live is our new fret
and where do we send our claims?