Hurry, hurricane,
Pass on quickly through;
I'm sitting inside
With nothing to do.
The rain's in buckets,
The wind is howling,
The lights just flickered,
The cat is scowling.
When the morning comes
There'll be branches to clear,
Puddles to wade in,
And stories to hear -
Tales of the night spent
With Hurricane Sandy,
And how that hand bailer
Came in pretty handy.
©2012, Donna JT Smith
Hope everyone made it through the night okay. Lot of power outages and flooding. The full moon has made the tide pretty high. Surf was wild today.
I guess in the light of day, I'll be able to see if I can get off the island. The water's pretty high in places, so it floods over the road off...only one way in and one way out, unless you have a boat.
I hope we don't have to move any trees before we can go somewhere either. We only had our lights go on and off a few times during the day, so I'm thinking that trees may not be an issue in the morning. We'll see, though. It could have been much worse.
It's still pretty noisy out there with the wind howling. But I love that sound.
Morning note:
Looks fine out there. Gray and wet, but only a few branches to move out of the way before I head into town. I think we weathered that quite nicely.
Prayers for my niece and her in-laws who lost all in DE though. Flooding was pretty bad there.
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As long as you're safe, the rest will come, a step at a time. That's how we handle the blizzards, just do what we can do day by day. I'm glad you're okay, liked the poem especially verse two. How do the animals do in storms like these?
ReplyDeleteFunny you should ask about the animals. The night before the storm, the cat was crazy, attacking everything, including the dog. And during the windy afternoon yesterday, I was surprised he didn't get a concussion from trying to attack the leaves that hit the windows. The dog is a golden retriever...she was fine! "Nice rain, we're having, don't you think?" And then she's back to sleep.
DeleteGlad to hear everything's okay at the moment.
ReplyDeleteLooks like all stayed put in the night! Yea! Just a few small branches to clear in the driveway, so we can get out. My niece in DE didn't fare as well. Over a foot of water in the house and had to be rescued and taken to shelter.
DeleteGlad you are safe. Enjoyed the poem and the perspective/news from those living through the storm.
ReplyDeleteThis is the first time I've been here. Why have I missed you on Poetry Fridays? Enjoyed your poem about the storm and the one below it too. Glad you're okay after that frankenstorm. Looking forward to Poetry Friday tomorrow... thanks for putting up the post early!
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