uprooted in senseless desolation,

remnants of what is left

litter the streets of high wind.

Horizontal rain

and wind whipped debris

flies by.

Power lines down,

electrically charged wires

dance across my path.

Not a soul insane enough

to brave this storm but I.

The earth, ready to crumble,

the very buildings quake.

Sky, closing in about me,

chill wind through my bones,

the strength of stormy winter

ringing in my ears.

All is drowned out

by the silence

of spring.