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Storm

Slowly approach September rains,

Millions await the end of pains,

They watch their homes get ripped to shreds,

They watch as family falls down dead,

This storm it seems just won't subside,

They long for all the tears to dry,

Our hearts are flood with anguish and fear,

The losses yet remain unclear.

But, there are those who will remain,

Those who live through dreary rains,

They must return to assess the rubble,

Now begin their real troubles,

But they still stand, tall and strong,

They won't remain beat down for long,

With this mistral mistress, we must cope,

But here we stand, full of hope.