Hurricanes

Come sweeping in when tides are high

It burns like fire but it’s cold as ice

I’m the hot air rising and you’re the cold

So the storms are electric and bright and bold

Look all around when the skies are grey

When the windows are shattering and darkening the day

And right in the middle when the first part has passed

The eye of the storm is calming at last

No weather predictions could see when we clash

The sun is gold then an electric flash

Board up the windows, stay inside

The water rises high on the incoming tide

After the storm the brightness appears

We just never know how long it will be here

Yet the Earth brings its storm and never would we leave

Though we watch as the sufferers shrivel and grieve

And even in the eye, though we know what’s to come

We try to keep going and wait for the sun

As once said the girl with an Irish name

Everything is fine in the eye of the hurricane

Maybe I’m an island so the storms hit worse

And you are the country constantly emersed

Through all the rubble and shattered glass

I try to wait for the storm to pass

Then ignore all the troubles and wait for the sun

Like the feeling of joy when we’d just begun

So after all the wind and the storm and the rain

I’m still here waiting for the sun again