HURRICANE SEASON (An Acrostic Poem)

                         H earken, creatures, where you stand
                         U nder pregnant skies...
                         R endered thus by forces grand,
                         R iddled with disguise.
                         I  n their depths a fury waits
                         C yclonic and alive...
                         A rmageddon soon to wake;
                         N ature bastardized.
                         E arth the target of its might,

                         S eas its sustenance...
                         E ye a ruse of peace and light ~
                         A wesome countenance.
                         S uccored well by winds and rain,
                         O pened gates of hell;
                         N ature's wrath unleashed, untamed... learn her lessons well.