Maelstrom

It's blowing really hard out there
I can hear the gusts
Realise it's only 3am
Shake my head in slight disgust

Trees are being battered
Items blown down the street
The noise and the turmoil
Is not the slightest bit discreet

I'm up with poorly six year old
But in truth was awake before
Something feels 'not quite right'
But what that is I'm not quite sure

So I'll tend to her needs now
As the maelstrom rages loud
See if spirits can be lifted
Not all resigned and bowed