The poem sets two images side by side: people begging in the street for dinner money, and a speaker who once longed for the thrill of a great storm. The title, "Disastrous," points at the gap between those two things. A storm is a dramatic, almost romantic idea of disaster. Hunger on the pavement is the slow, ordinary kind.
The speaker seems to have changed. The past tense in "I used to crave" suggests a younger or more detached self who wanted excitement. Now the speaker hears something stranger and sadder: the dead "fear losing our 'hood." That line is hard to pin down. Judging by the wording, it may suggest that even the dead feel attached to a neighborhood that is slipping away, perhaps through poverty or displacement.
The mood is quiet, uneasy and sobered. There is no shouting, only a speaker who has stopped wishing for spectacle and started listening to the real losses around them.