“If people were rain I was a drizzle and she was a hurricane.”
– John Green, Looking for Alaska
– John Green, Looking for Alaska
The hurricane was coming.
No more wondering, no more warning.
Grabbing the tools to put up the ply,
I began to work, an eye on the sky
I began to work, an eye on the sky
Nail after nail, I secured what was mine,
my loose ends are bound with white twine
my loose ends are bound with white twine
Wind tugs my sweaty hair now,
as horizontal drops begin to pound
as horizontal drops begin to pound
Forgetting one thing in all the hurry,
the open front door in rain now blurry
the open front door in rain now blurry
Rampaging through my unprotected gate,
the raging storm expresses all of it’s hate
the raging storm expresses all of it’s hate
It’s all over with damage everywhere,
all of my belongings strewn around there
all of my belongings strewn around there
I could have prevented this wind that blew,
had I stopped myself from loving you
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