Staring out the glass








Tears are streaming








From the sky.








While plans















For life are abolished.








The big bully wind








Tearing and ripping








Everything in its path.








The window shatters








In to my face.








I scream bloody murderer








While I lay on the floor.








All hospitals closed








So I get no help.







I got better, and







When the storms gone







And the clouds are happy







I give thanks for life, and







Value each day as a gift







From God, and I use







86,400 seconds wisely.