I wrote this during Hurricane Charlie, the last category 3 that we will ever stick around for.
Hurricane
Wind: blowing, howling, throwing,
Raging through the tender trees.
Rain: slashing, crashing, thrashing,
Bullets piercing dry land's knees.
Water: surging, rushing, purging,
Angry punches from the sea.
Sky: falling, darkening, calling,
"Seek for shelter or face me!"
Rip! Tear! Creak! Scare!
Trees attacking! Branches hacking!
Pop! Boom! Bang! Doom!
Glass exploding! Roofs imploding!
CALM!
Eye: shining, peaceful, lying,
Sniper hiding in the reeds.
Storm: brewing, waits, renewing,
Pounds at those already weak.
People: shaking, crying, raking,
Searching through the vast debris.
Lives: shattered, beaten, battered,
Pushing on resiliently.
M. B. Weston
Friday, August 13, 2004
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