Rolling Tides
Midnight darkness suddenly descended upon the city as morning peeped through the blackened sky the city waits in suspense to die.
They have been working for several days battening up windows and doors as if they can keep the wind out. Thousands of sand bags lined the shore forming a pyramid in the shape of a door, the sea gulls' flies to and fro holding mass on top of the sand's bags.
The military is on base, trying to put things in place, the governor is issuing warning and mass evacuation is happening. They have been through this process every year but some people just don’t care. Those that refuse to leave went flying seventy-five meter in the breeze landing in the boat that capsized on the shore.
The hollowing wind comes dancing in and the branches and roots begin to sing scattering leaves on the ground just warming up and looking around.
Everyone grips tightly to their beds holding on to their pillows while the little children held tightly to their mothers as the howling wind races like a mad man through the city. The intensity is low and the wind does not have a long way to go, it swirls around the street dumps water around as the surge spreads water throughout the town.
Everywhere is dark and just the old larks flying around looking for a place to ride out the storm before the wind picks up speed.
Hundreds of them are flying in the air looking for a place to land but the wind is blowing in different directions. They all hobbled on a in a dense tree trying to escape from the breeze but a category three wind was not strong enough to done them in.
The worst is yet to come, the day has just begun, its eyes are bulging, its body is swelling and its head is enlarging, it is coming out of the mountain and it is approaching the county center ripping up power lines, breaking up houses and tossing boats in the middle of the sea.
It rips through an entire city and flattens every house on the street leaving mud and debris in business places and private residence . I stood above and watch the Rolling Tides creating havoc in the town while the old lark kept flying around.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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