Why Don’t We Name Earthquakes Like Hurricanes?

They say you can feel it in the air
When the pressure drops
And anticipation pairs with prophecy

For when I saw your face,
I just had to learn your name
And hope that the forecasts were true

Because I felt it in my core
That you were meant to change me…
Or destroy me.

No matter how prepared I was
Or thought I was or never really truly was
I‘d still get swept

While looking for comfort in safety
When I should have been looking for shelter
To bunker down and wait this out.

So tell me what I should call you.
To see if this is natural
Or if it’ll be a disaster

Because I’m losing power
And control
Ready to accept the end of the world

So long as I end with You.