I make my way, stumbling

to the glass sliding door

that leads me, directly

to the balcony's floor

I hear the wind whistle

like a runaway train

Oh, the damage it's causing

to the frail weathered frame

The wind gusts are blood curdling

Mother Nature is enraged

I thought I'd never see the day

the rain undoubtedly reigns

By obscuring the earth's sunlight

and the warmth and life it brings

What was once a busy city street

a swirling river is now the scene

It's nature's supreme power

where on earth can God be found

From atop, I see cars floating

like a child's toy tossed around

All pedestrians are madly dashing

seeking higher safer grounds

Below, the horns of cars keeping blowing

in hopes someone can pull them out

Water levels are quickly rising

Its passengers are still trapped, inside

Up here, the pounding

that the downpour makes

sounds like beating drums, gone wild

It's forte symphonic melody,

a percussion's score solo act

The day is held as hostage

by a disastrous baring flood

I too, am now a captive

in this confined space, called my home

The walls seem to draw closer

when the clouds conceal the sun

In this dreaded gloomy dark space,

I'll remain here until the danger is gone

Pray God keeps us protected

from this vengeance driven storm

Tomorrow, I hope the sun

will shine and bless us with its rays

Keep contained the stormy rain clouds

and mother nature's rage, at bay

Poem by: Lissette Garcia

written on: July 10, 2017