A Tempered Tantrum Girl

Irene was her name, Everyone knew about her strength And we were nervously waiting for her... We knew she was dangerous And could cause tremendous damages To our Cityscape... We paid careful attention to details Given to us by the weather's men About her scaring approaching... She was mad, mean and strong And did not care If we were children, old or young... She was leaving her devastating traces behind And New York City she was going to hit! For human lives she got no regard And only one mission she has in its mind... From afar we heard her angered voice And anxiously we got prepared For an unwanted visitor to come... The wind was carrying her message: 'I am coming' 'I am coming' We had no other choice But to get ready to face a naked truth... The City's lights started blinking Like a first sign of was coming... We all suspected she was nearby And got ready to face her fury... A tremendous scaring sound Vividly announced her presence And we were left to the mercy of the Lord! To taste the bitterness of the truth... Rooftops flown away, Trees knocked down to the streets While neon signs dancing in Time Square Like kites flying in the skies. Felt was the pounding of the heavy rains That almost drowned New York State! New York came to standstill But nevertheless, we all survived With a few exceptions... Now, it is time again to assess the damages, Call the cleaning crews, To restore services for subways and buses And keep the city moving! Today, only one thing remains to be said: 'Thank God, it could have been worst! Love and Peace for always! ... (Inspired by the hurricane IRENE...) ©All Rights Reserved-2011