Dear Irene

Dear Irene,

I sincerely hate you,
Your winds,
Your loud and evil thunder,
And your stupid ickyness.

I'm scared for you to hit,
A few more hours,
We can then make amends,
Then on the cost of destruction maybe we can be friends.

8am your cruel catastrophe hits,
Hopefully the damage is done,
And you move on,
Claiming no lives nor witnesses of the young.

I sincerely hate you,
Your winds,
Your loud and evil thunder,
And your stupid ickyness.

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[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

An amazing and relevent write and it is gonna be severe and historic, evacuations and states of emergency being called on the East coast and inland too.. so you described mother nature really well and top write :)