Storms

You may think I am placid as a lake in summer

But should dare to dive in

You will be greeted by hurricanes of kaleidoscopic patterns

And tornadoes of thought

For beneath this mask beats a wild heart

That can never be tamed

If you are a boat, I am the tempest that rocks you to and fro

Get to know me and you will come to realize

Why storms are named after people

The Bilge Master