A poem called in eye of the storm

Globster

A poem called in the eye of the storm
Led grey skies looking menacing and threatening
As the strong wind blowing gale force winds are heard whistling and ripping trees out groups with so easy and making a making some windows rattle
Our pets are left feeling scared have thought for them
The breeze is doing as, please.
Please have mercy on everyone that is facing difficulties due to storm Eunice
We are all feeling uneasy as hearing the breeze picking up.
it is so much disruption to many people.
I hope the winds die down.
As people are left counting the costs of the damage caused by storm Eunice.
I hope many are able to get back feet after storm Eunice has left for good
I hope people stay safe and well during storm Eunice.