This storm is still devastating.
As the sodium-laced rivers carve their way down the terrain there is no end in sight and I know there will be no sleep tonight.
As the rivers rage on and flow into a bottomless sea, the sandbags are thrown with pointless flea.
What is there left to save as the salty waters rage through, by tomorrow the damage will have left no trace of a person, at least not the one you knew.
And though we have avoided causality and seemingly certain death, this storm has rendered its host empty, there is nothing left.
