Once a Year

Once a year

It is inevitable.
Behind walls we hide,
It sweeps in and comes for us.
Tearing the trees, and beating the path,
Always destroying and always snarling,
Holding us hostage and keeping us locked.

It is unavoidable.
Under roofs we cringe,
It finds us and pulls us out.
Dragging us along, slaves to its strength,
Always coming back and always fierce,
Burying us in and keeping us caged.

It is slow to settle down.
From windows we watch,
It calls out and summons us.
Sighing to us and drawing us out,
Always soft under and always yielding,
Lifting the burdens and setting us free.

I really enjoyed writing this

Interesting, your poetry remind me of Oscar Wilde poetry "The Ballad of Reading Gaol", one of the part is:
Dear Christ! the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.