Statue of Liberty (told from her point of view)

Storm

It comes, raging, thundering,

pelting all in its path with rain.

However, I STAND FIRM.

in the calm, before Irene, Hurricane, the

Standing. Waiting. To greet the storm,

head on, facing dark, turbulent skies.

there exists

calm here

but

alas!

tis deceptive. 

 

The clouds

They

They be storm clouds.

STORM CLOUDS, I TELL YOU.

The clouds.

Approacheth.

The storm floats gently upon the sky.

Approaching New York City.

At night.

All is calm, except for the people.

Panicking.

I hate CNN.