Stress and panic hit when she

Was coming a powerful yet

Destructive woman that would

Make her name known around the U.S.

I was fifteen.

The road was long and the ride

Was tough everyone was anxious

And the traffic was touch and go.

Everyone wanted to get out of her

Way. I was fifteen.

She struck with brutal force, she knocked

Down things, she cut the power off,

She made places flood.

She made us miserable yet terrified

By her wrath. I was fifteen.

She went as quickly as she came

She left her mark on society

Gaping holes and gashes were left

By her to deal the final blow to

Many who weren't dead already.

I lived though it, fifteen.