She stood at the altar that year
Dreams in her eyes
Bags full of clothes and some hope
Whirl wind of feelings
Every moment of her day
She worked to keep it all intact
But the storm would strike
On dot, on time
This year she smiled.
The doors were fixed
The windows worked on
she was all prepared
The weatherman predicted
a bright sunny day
More smiles on her face
She sighed a relief
And then suddenly
the storm hit her home
scattered things around
and she sat there
looking..... blank...
