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Category 2, not too bad... Swirling, whirling Pounding, hounding Rolling, Spinning But Manageable Category 3... Freight train, coming from every direction Major, but nothing new Just an hour Hold on, We'll pull through Pressure suddenly DROPPING Ears constantly POPPING Category 4, ... Too late My father's sharp Breath Pieces of homes ripped off like flakes of skin Leaving the ground barren Only the bear bones possibly remaining Till they too, are forcefully wrenched apart, A majestic structure, now reduced simply, to ******* Mother nature hurling trees in her wrath All- ... Gone, in a matter ... of seconds The roar mirroring the one, in my head-telling me to get Get OUT NOW The world... a symphony of rage, ferocity, passion Violent reds, splotches of orange and fuchsia That, I unfortunately, seem trapped within As the clashes and roars Waves and cutting wind Swirl around me, I wonder, is this, what an insect feels like, stuck in a washing machine? Come to bed, my father calls I go, reluctantly, to the pillows and covers that should be warm and soft, but to my touch, appear frigid stiff My eyeballs practically popping until at some unknown time, they shut and I SINK Sink sink ... ... Sunlight streams in, A dream? Perhaps... Possibly... Maybe... Oh, if only... Unable to contain the hope, I leap up to my window-      And freeze Debris- not trees, not homes, not anything Just a mass of objects rendered useless and stamped with the label of -DEBRIS ... My father says, No more running water My neighbor's little blue shed, ... in shambles Yet, as I step outside After what seems, like a long arduous battle I was an unlucky Bystander caught in the middle of Yet, Despite the churning feeling in my stomach          The broken battered ******* the ruined property       The, miserableness Of the situation But then again... As my father, fervently prays praises Thanks the Lord ... My mind, is blown away As I stand, In awe as my eyes take in the majesty of those few, solitary, hundred year old houses ... still standing
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Still Standing(Hurricane Michael)
Category 2, not too bad... Swirling, whirling Pounding, hounding Rolling, Spinning But Manageable Category 3... Freight train, coming from every direction Major, but nothing new Just an hour Hold on, We'll pull through Pressure suddenly DROPPING Ears constantly POPPING Category 4, ... Too late My father's sharp Breath Pieces of homes ripped off like flakes of skin Leaving the ground barren Only the bear bones possibly remaining Till they too, are forcefully wrenched apart, A majestic structure, now reduced simply, to ******* Mother nature hurling trees in her wrath All- ... Gone, in a matter ... of seconds The roar mirroring the one, in my head-telling me to get Get OUT NOW The world... a symphony of rage, ferocity, passion Violent reds, splotches of orange and fuchsia That, I unfortunately, seem trapped within As the clashes and roars Waves and cutting wind Swirl around me, I wonder, is this, what an insect feels like, stuck in a washing machine? Come to bed, my father calls I go, reluctantly, to the pillows and covers that should be warm and soft, but to my touch, appear frigid stiff My eyeballs practically popping until at some unknown time, they shut and I SINK Sink sink ... ... Sunlight streams in, A dream? Perhaps... Possibly... Maybe... Oh, if only... Unable to contain the hope, I leap up to my window-      And freeze Debris- not trees, not homes, not anything Just a mass of objects rendered useless and stamped with the label of -DEBRIS ... My father says, No more running water My neighbor's little blue shed, ... in shambles Yet, as I step outside After what seems, like a long arduous battle I was an unlucky Bystander caught in the middle of Yet, Despite the churning feeling in my stomach          The broken battered ******* the ruined property       The, miserableness Of the situation But then again... As my father, fervently prays praises Thanks the Lord ... My mind, is blown away As I stand, In awe as my eyes take in the majesty of those few, solitary, hundred year old houses ... still standing
To clarify-I was not in hurricane Michael, this is only my attempts at imagining what happened coupled with you-tube videos.
#hurricane#storm#narration#emotion#fear#analogies#waves#wind
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Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
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