Category 5

I am a hurricane

I am conjured by the sea somewhere out in no mans land where humans rarely venture
unless they are just passing through.

When I finally reach the shore I cannot be contained
I hit with force
I flood
I pour
but I am weakened.

I need warmth and convergence to survive
I am of great magnitude
my center is still

I do not seek to destroy, it is in my nature.

People see beauty in me but only from a distance
I am too intense
Do not worry, I dissipate quickly.

When I am gone you will hate the mess I left behind
I will wish the shore had been strong enough to let me thrive.



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