I form out at sea, like a nightmare in your sleep;my dark clouds, boiling seas and menacing winds rising from the deep.
With ample warning you try to run and hide;but I will take everything, I may even take your pride.
Wild winds whip my frothy waves into a stinging spray;making you wish you had never looked at my dull, lifeless shade of gray.
To make you think that I am evil and mean,I will consume your house and wipe the Earth clean.
My goal is to cause much misery and strife;
if I’m lucky, I will end your life.
As far as Katrina goes, living below sea level is always a dangerous prospect. Those that do so, are only postponing disaster.
Ron