The Storm

Its a thunderous storm,
Always taking a diffrent form.
Never to be silent,
Raging on it gets more violent.

It turns and twists,
Throwing out its hurtful fists,
Smashing evrything in its path,
No one wants to see the aftermath.

Cries of help through the air,
Oh this pain we all share.
We will split and crumble but rise again,
And go back to once has been.