The hurricane has crossed the street.
The hurricane has crossed the street.
He doesn’t look both ways.
He stomps his awful feet.
The hurricane has crossed the street.
The hurricane is down the block.
He’s moving closer up the block.
We watch the windows,
Check that all the doors are locked.
The hurricane comes quickly up the block.
The forest fire is in the lawn.
The forest fire reached my lawn.
We look the other way;
The neighborhood is gone.
Our house is barely hanging on.
The flood surrounds the home.
The fire jeers and waves.
The wind loudly misbehaves.
They rip the shingles out and lash against the walls.
The house will grow exhausted til it falls.
The Favoring Wind 