Far down below
   He could see the scars
   Left from the night before
   Shadows of strength
   That once stood firmly
   Now laying in waste everywhere
   An echo of planned
   Resistant pounding
   Still hanging thick in the air
   A sudden arrival
   No sound of warning
   No time, no time
   To prepare
   As the clouds
   Continued to open
   Each vision was hard to believe
   A horizon
   Minimal motion
   As far as the eye could see
   His yesterday held
   So much promise
   His today only misbelief
   And now the task of reconstruction
   Salvaging all they could see
   Can you say there's no regrets?