Clouds rolling, fishing boats trolling, no one hurries, no worries.
Why would they?
Just another week before, times so oft seen ashore – Hurricane
Seas at calm, humidity and balm, casting nets, no one frets-
And why should they?
Three days still ahead, winds blustery, no imminent dread – Hurricane
Some boats docking, nothing shocking, tides ebb and flow as always.
And why shouldn’t they?
Two days out, growing swells, winds blow wet, fishy smells – Hurricane
Batten down the hatches, ply-wood patches, windows X’ed, and boarded.
Just another day.
Sea walls breach, waters roll in, cars flood the bridge again – Hurricane
Red sky morning, a sailors warning, fishing pier nearly covered.
Will it hold?
Windows smashing, palm trees lashing, bridges crashing – Hurricane
Houses falling, winds a squalling, power shorted, beach aborted—
Where are they?
People missing, windows hissing, trees falling, rivers mauling – Hurricane
Pier is gone, squeals and moans, rip-tides ravaging main street.
When will it end?
Skies darken, as the sea resides, no where left on earth to hide-Hurricane
Barometric vacuum steals breath from lungs, too late now no-where to run.
Forty-foot wall of deadly force, headed inland with no remorse-Hurricane
Sudden blast of horrendous sound, no-one to hear it, there is no –