Hurricane Hunters (a poem)

Big storm is brewing

Cockpit light starts to flicker

Jacket still missing

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Trees bending far down

Branches flying in the air

Sunglasses needed

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Heavens wide open

Mother nature throws anger

Leaving the runway

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Rescue plane flies out

Wave hight is increasing fast

Dry a single tear

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Wind is furious

Lightning strike thunder shatter

Approaching the eye

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(Inspired by the approaching tropical storm Isaac)