Do you hear it? I can’t say, as we were on our last stop of our vacation in New Orleans when Hurricane Francis came through in August 2004. We were fortunate and did not get much damage, mostly fence damage and a very messy yard! We didn’t put up our storm shutters before we left, because at that time Francis had turned and headed back out to sea.
Three weeks later Hurricane Jeanne hit and we sat through that one and that is what inspired this poem that I wrote during the storm. Once the power goes out all hell breaks loose as the raging storm cuts a path of destruction. Then the eye of the storm passes over, it’s an eerie calm and then the most destructive part of the hurricane comes.
Although nothing compared to Hurricane Katrina, it’s still a traumatizing experience. We were without power and water (we had well water at the time and weren’t on the city water system) for 7 days with Francis and 6 days with Jeanne and no generator. We used water from the canal to flush the toilet, added a bit of chlorine to the water. Now we have city water and a generator!!
The shutters are up and the house is dark.
Now we wait, wishing the storm would miss its mark.
The electricity will soon die out,
leaving us hot and sweaty without a doubt.
No more cold drinks to quench our thirst,
worst of all this isn’t the first.
The wind is getting stronger as the night closes in,
then the rain comes, we set up for a night of gin.
The dog asks why with sadness on his face.
We can only tell him to go sit in his place.
They say Idaho is nice this time of year.
We wish we were there instead of here.
The breeze blows lightly, then gusts,
the rain falls sideways as it must.
The power flickers, we cringe,
for now the storm seeks revenge.
We still have power, hurray,
for how long, I dare not say.
Now the winds have picked up.
“What’s next?” asked our pup.
An unexpected visitor knocked at the door,
we offered her refuge only she chose the floor.
The tree limbs danced in the wind
like a ballerina doing a spin.
The eye came through calm as can be,
then Jeanne roared back like Mohammad Ali.
The back winds come just as strong,
the storm still stayed way too long.
It’s something we hope not to experience again,
as we played another hand of gin.
Six days, still no water or power.
We wait for the magic hour.
In bad need of a shower,
we thank the men who restored our power.
December can’t get here soon enough,
to end another season we can’t seem to snuff.
Go away, go away oh great storms of the south
“We’ve had enough” are yells from our mouth.
Donna Adamski © 9/25/04…Port Saint Lucie, FL All rights reserved.
This was written while waiting for Hurricane Jeanne, the fourth hurricane to wreck havoc in Florida in 2004. Dedicated to all those that have experienced the wrath of Mother Nature. Our hearts and prayers are with you all. God bless you and may whatever tries to weaken you, with God you will stand strong and survive, for the Lord is with you always.
A few more…
If a tree falls on your house, do you hear it?
This tree top came from the tree below
and it was in the empty lot next door
As you can see, hardly anything from Jeanne. There was a lot of rain.
And then there were two palms! One was blown over. It has since recovered.
We cleaned and stored everything before this one.
See the branch “resting”? Rested there until early 2008.
Just a little bit wind blown!
This is a major road! Well, for a while it was a “river”