Misunderstood storm

A chaotic storm-the most dangerous whirlwind,I devastate everything in my path, leave no stone unturned.and then it is morning-and everyone comes outto assess the damage,and everything is neaterthan when I first breathedmy sorrowful, powerful breathon this town.

This poem is about: 
Me

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