When hurricanes are silent,
What does it mean?
Perhaps God has turned off
The washing machine.
Men wonder about the storms,
About their will and their way,
Are they needed to clean?
Have they something to say?
Some folks say "pressure gradient,"
Some say it's all fate,
Thus far it's the wind sheer,
That makes them abate.
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