cyclone

cyclone's coming
rustling leaves
blustering wind
salmon skies

it whips
and lashes
trees in the way
swaying crazily

pitter-patter
drip drop
rain comes
soothing melody
if it isn't
knocking your windows off

all calm
within the eye
deceptively so
till you lose the sun

when it blows over
all's left
the mess

flooded roadways
fallen branches
broken poles

clearing up
bits and pieces
takes time

picking up whats left
whats yours and mine