The Hurricane

We hear about the hurricane
But we are miles away.
My family won’t evacuate -
They think they’ll be okay.

There’s nothing we can do from here
Except to sit and wait
And hope their instincts prove them right
And that they’re not too late.

So many storms are not as bad
As weathermen predict,
So maybe Mother Nature has
Got everybody tricked.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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October 11, 2024 at 3:30 PM
Oh boy… do you need to know about a fellow called Michael Fish. Actually told the nation that someone had called and said a massive storm was coming. ‘No,’ he said but it might be breezy (I paraphrase)… next morning… cars in trees! That was 1985… He never lived it down. Hope your kin are okay, Ilene
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October 10, 2024 at 6:00 PM
I hope your family is alright. I've known people that enjoy them. It isn't my thing.
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