My Hurricane

My namesake is churning over the ocean. A baby hurricane. How cute! But I know what she's going to do next. She's going to grow really large and head right for us. She's going to scare the bejeebers out of the eastern United States. Creep closer and closer to shore while growing stronger and stronger. She'll become a category 5 montrosity and send millions of people fleeing in the face of her fury. And then she'll turn around and drift back out onto open waters. After all, she's full of hot air but wouldn't hurt a flea. She's named after me.