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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required These two lived through a devastating hurricane - The morning started out like any other standard day. The sky was partly cloudy and the breeze was soft and warm. An empty little rain cloud drifted by from time to time, but there’d been absolutely no prediction of a storm. “Just a drop or two,” they’d said, and “scattered” was the term the weatherman had used the night before at 10 p.m. Nothing in his forecast even hinted hurricane, and, like so many times before…we simply trusted him. As the morning lengthened you could feel the ocean breeze force its salty fragrance through the gently swaying palms, ‘Til, almost out of nowhere, it began to lift the drapes, then disappear, and reappear… at will…between the calms. We had lived beside the sea for nearly thirty years, and storms had often devastated coastal homes nearby, But somehow my and Sarah’s house had managed to escape. They seemed more like a nuisance to my lovely wife and I. But somewhere close to 3 p.m., I glanced across the den, where, through an open window, I could easily watch the sea. I thought for just an instant of the streak of luck we’d had, and how the raging gales had long neglected her and me. We, and neighbors, June and Carl, had never got it bad, but as I quietly contemplated why we had been spared, Sarah walked to where I stood, then took my hand and said, “It’s getting awfully dark out there, and I’m a little scared.” “Honey, you know what,” I said, “I can feel it, too. First the wind is nearly still, and then it’s blowing hard. Let’s just close the windows, and I’ll put the cars inside, then grab the toys the grandkids scattered all across the yard.” These were simply things you did when ocean storms approached, and we were both aware we’d beat the odds for far too long. “Let’s go down the basement, just in case,” I smiled and said. “It wouldn’t be the first time that the weather man was wrong.” “Cloudy skies with scattered rain,’ is what I think he said. But this is looking pretty bad. It’s really quite a squall. I’ll turn on the television…see what’s on the news. I don’t believe that June and Carl are home, but we should call.” When we tried to use the phone we learned that it was dead. And only moments later, as we tried to watch the news, All the lights would flicker off and on for just a bit, then, suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning blew a fuse. Sitting in the darkness, Sarah took my hand again. A feeling of impending doom began to fill my mind. Only seconds later, as I groped the basement wall, I knew our time had finally come when I would lift the blind! Grabbing Sarah frantically I pulled her to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her and I held her to my chest. “Hell” had come to try its best to take our very lives, and we were at the mercy of our uninvited guest. As the floor above us disappeared into the sky, the roaring, screaming hurricane would randomly dissect Another life…another world…and we would be its prey. No longer could we claim to be - the victims of neglect. How a seven minute storm can rip your world apart is hard to comprehend until you’ve seen it for yourself. The only thing left standing was the chimney of our home, and one abandoned picture on our lonely mantle shelf. As the clouds would dissipate, the sun began to shine, and in the quiet aftermath the air was fresh and clean. We stood there, stunned and horrified, with both of us in tears. Our hearts were nearly broken by the devastating scene. Squinting through the sunshine, and a pair of teary eyes, I focused on the only thing the storm had failed to take: Our gorgeous wedding photograph, from thirty years ago! A bond that even horrid storms like this could never break. Clinging to each other, it would break our hearts to see the mangled bits of what had been our very happy life. Saddened and discouraged, it was very hard to bear…but as I stood there holding, in my arms, my precious wife, I was not at all concerned about the house and cars. My thoughts were focused on the girl who’d made my dreams come true, And tender hugs and kisses, from the one I’ve always loved, once again reminded me that - she adores me, too. PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) There are a bunch of my pieces on YouTube as well --- Cheers, Mark
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