Furious Milton
He rises from the sea with a breath of fire,
A furious force, born of wind and desire.
Hurricane Milton, cloaked in swirling might,
Turns day into shadow, swallows the light.
The Gulf whispers warnings through the midnight air,
A calm before chaos, a silent prayer.
Tampa Bay trembles as the waters swell,
The heart of the storm, a beast from hell.
He dances on waves with reckless grace,
A twisting, roaring, unrelenting chase.
Palm trees bow in humble plea,
While rooftops shudder, unmoored, set free.
The sky grows heavy, burdened with rain,
The winds howl out like a wolf in pain.
Milton’s eye, a gaze cold and clear,
Spares no mercy, brings only fear.
But in the storm, we find our fight,
The human spirit, steadfast and bright.
For though he rages, we stand our ground,
A lifetime storm, but we won’t back down.
So let him roar, let the tempest rise,
We’ll weather the storm under Florida skies.
For when the winds still, and the clouds disperse,
We’ll rebuild, stronger, from nature’s curse.
Hurricane Milton, you may have your day,
But Tampa’s heart will never sway.
Through storm and surge, through wind and rain,
We’ll rise once more, unbroken again.
Written by Scott Randy Gerber for Whispers of the Soul © 2024 All Rights Reserved.