I think this is a better poem

Let it go

Let the storm rage on

Tearing and rending all in its sight

As if a storm could have sight

They blindly destroy all in its path

Strangely enough there are little pockets

Where the tempest decides to skip

As if the storm had some nefarious design

We will leave the sporting goods store alone

But that church and shelter…they must go

Chris McQueeney    12/6/14