Hurricane!

Trouble’s a-brewin’ on a strong south wind

It’s hurricane season on the Gulf again

Dark storms born of the African wind host

Roll across distant waters to batter the coast

　

The storm’s getting closer; feel it in the wind

It won’t be long before the rains will begin

Then comes the winds stronger as they blow

It’s a familiar pattern coastal folks know

　

The stores are selling out all essential goods

Folks buying water, groceries, and plywood

Some will stay here and ride the storm’s wrath

Others will leave and follow a northerly path

　

Plywood on the windows; homes locked down

This place is looking like an abandoned town

The storm don’t care whether we are here or not

It’s comin’ on shore and it has chosen this spot

　

We take what we can along with us as we leave

The things we can’t take leave us to grieve

Our loved ones out in the old town cemetery

And the livestock animals too big to carry

　

Hurricanes kill and destroy what we had

Wind and water working to do something bad

Leaving nothing but destruction in its wake

With no caring for the memories that it takes

　

The rains is blistering driven by wind in sheets

The wave surge height will be measured in feet

The winds will blow with velocity’s might

Until the eye passes sometimes in the night

　

We hide away from the wrath of storm’s landfall

Heeding the warnings and answering the call

In a matter of hours the storm will be a has-been

And we can return home to start life once again

　

It’s a dance of life for those folks who live here

Day to day living in a stormy season of fear

Watching each one blow; its path dart about

Praying to God that it will blow itself out

　

Some say that we should leave; just move away

But there’s good things here, getting better by the day

Yes it is a big world out there with places to roam

But when the storm is over, this is still our home.

　

　

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