THE INLAND HURRICANE
by L.A. Steel
Hurricane winds slash the coastline,
while inland trees bend and break upon houses and power lines,
Blowing off roofs and doors, breaking windows and flooding floors.
We watch the trees that surround the house sway,
threatening with each blown branch to shatter a window.
Slashing rain feels like needles against my face
as I rush outside to secure the shed door
that blew open and was banging loudly in the wind.
The rusted metal wind chime sounded like an alarm as it rang
ceaselessly.
“Oh, my God! The rain is falling in sheets. I hope it doesn’t drown
all my flowers and garden.” She said, as we watched and listened to the rain
bang against the window panes.
Lights flickered on and off as appliance clocks turned time to zero.
Will it get worse? Will it last through the night or subside?
These present , urgent questions repeating , constantly in a looping
thought in our minds.
The dog and cat were in their respective parts of the house. The dog defending the front door
and the cat asleep in her basket . The wind and rain having no effect on her afternoon nap.
How calm she remained not at all flapped by the ferocity of the hurricane, or the dog barking at
the intruding knock at the door by the wind.
How calm she remained until the Hurricane passed over the house and town
Leaving our home virtually unharmed, and
the flowers and garden survived and was revived by the rain.
The next day the sun came out again.
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