The door shook violently and banged;
Thunder strikes and the lights went off;
I sat quietly one bed, trying to close my eyes;
The branches rattled on the window pane;
It was the stroke of midnight as the cyclone grew stronger.
I lit a cigarette and struggled to close the wooden door;
Water poured on my face;
It was the whirlwind of storms that I ignored;
It will wreak havoc on the planet;
By now, I knew.