Another Bad One, Last Night
“Quiet minds can’t be perplexed or frightened,
But go on, in fortune or misfortune,
At their own private pace,
Like a clock, during a thunderstorm.”
Robert Louis Stevenson
A quiet evening at home,
Relaxing with my family;
Then, Emergency Beacons:
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
“Very Severe Thunderstorms,
Are Now Heading Your Way;
Everyone Should Take Cover,
Right Now, Without Delay.”
I looked at my wife,
And she looked at me;
Without saying one word,
We knew how it had to be.
I started herding dogs,
She started grabbing cats;
Within a matter of seconds,
In our basement, we all sat.
We heard a terrifying boom,
And all our power went out;
This would be a real bad one,
Of this, we now had no doubt.
The wind, it began a howlin,
Like an old banshee from hell;
The lightning, was now relentless,
And loud, echoing, thunder, as well.
Time now seemed to be suspended,
There appeared to be no end in sight;
On and on and on, this storm raged,
For hours, on and on, into our night.
When this storm’s fury was finally over,
Outside, things were now horridly a mess;
But the only casualties – some tomato plants,
All in all, I’d have to say we were truly blessed.
But it seems that old Mother Nature,
Is in a very wicked mood, these days;
And I have a feeling many more storms,
For every one of us, are now on the way.
©2008, Mr. Ed
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
Be always safe,
Karen
:)Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Try living HERE in TEXAS--with NO basements! (Can I come live in yours?? Karla, too??)
Bless you friend, may most of your days be blessed with sunshine instead.
Jasmin Horst
Cheers,
Dan
Fee
Nice poem though. I was right there...
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
The StormSpinner didn't do it. You're right: the storms are getting bigger and badder. And so is the heat: 105 yesterday, 107 over the weekend. The patterns, they are a-changing...God have mercy! Glad you had a basement to shelter in (LUCKY YOU!) and not too much damage occured: could have been worse. You could be in Texas with NO basements! LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
An excellent recounting of the storm, and love the song - perfect accompanyment!