The wind was howling, screaming songs of warning and pain to come. Trees were collapsing, finally giving in to the intense pressure of the wind pulling and pushing on their trunks. Roads had become rivers flowing down the city like a cracked glass filled with rubbish and stained with blood. The billboards jumped into the river making it glow. They infected the water with their booming electricity, swimming through the water like a slick eel searching for prey. The cold ice park made of fond memories drowned in all of the hate of the world breaking these treasured memories. The shining eye of the storm opened to show the bright sun of hope and love behind the blackened blanket of lies and broken promises. The Great Lady is getting more and more engulfed by the bay as the storm rages on with no sign of stopping any time soon. Her staff of fire is flickering to stay alive and fighting to never go out but it knows they will not win in the end. The towering building’s windows have shattered. The glass fell into the roaring water being washed through the streets, not knowing where it goes or when it stops. The violent burning whips struck the dark fallen Christmas Tree once again lighting it up. But in an unfamiliar way, crackling and sizzling from the storm that made it and now betraying them by flooding the bright flame killing it off as well. Mercy. . . something that has been crushed and forgotten then replaced with genocide. Love... which sadly has never been as strong as hate... Everyone wants love, no one wants pain... but you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain... As the rain slowly but surely ends, the trust-filled sun finally beating the storm down. The weakened storm running away in fear from the power from the flaming ball of light in the sky, like coral in the dead sea. As the storm fed so did the pain flooded over the once-loved streets. The years go by from no one trying to fix the heartbreaking damage done by this horrible storm. The buildings reaching up to the clouds soon invaded nature. The green vines crawling up the walls and in through the windows like snakes looking for a place to live. Trees pushed through the thick cement marking their new found home as theirs, pushing out all of the impurities made by man. How can nature be so beautiful but so heartless at the same time? Because anything that can be broken can be fixed into something better then before it was broken.
