Wednesday, September 11, 2024

In Louisiana, the winds of Francine howl,
Forecasters speak of a dangerous scowl.
Raining down hard, a menacing pour,
Residents rush for supplies, seeking more.

The coast braces for Francine's fierce might,
Dark clouds gather, blocking the sunlight.
Waves crash ashore with a mighty roar,
Preparing for what this storm has in store.

Blankets of rain cloak the towns in dread,
As Francine's fury looms overhead.
In Louisiana, they know how to stand tall,
Weathering storms, united through it all.