The Storm

Frazzled tangled trees, broken sky, frantic icy wind,
Gales of Chaos searing scraping.
Angry deafening blasts of thunder,
Blinding rain stinging the bricks,
Haze so thick you can't begin to cut through it,
Hail so vehement and rough it freezes all it touches.
Lightning that does not arrive bolts but in blasts,
In flashes like photos where the only image captured is a frightened face looking upon the storm.
It's a hurricane of SAURUS proportions.
Damage and debris,
wreckage...
trees down...lights out and finally some type of inspiration flows in me.
Thrashing branches,
screaming wind,
booming thunder,
flashing lightning then...
stillness.
No more than ten minutes and stillness sets in,
the calm,
The Eye.
Sirens wail.
People peer out their doors,
neighbors wonder in hushed voices;
Who will pay for the damages?
Stillness...for now.

*This poem is part of a series I've been working and reworking for a very long time. Look for Cammie's story to continue since she has now been read out out loud and finally has a voice.