Storm approaching – days before, the heat of the sun is muddled with humidity.
People roll down to the beaches, faster than the lazy waves parking on the beach.
The alert is only a forecast – its trail heading farther north away from the city
Music playing, ice filled drinks sweating – threats of an incoming storm far out of reach.
As the winds pick up speed so do the people – carts full of water, toilet paper, and SPAM
The frenzy of desperation and fear dissipates as people huddle in their home
Boarded up windows and radios set to emergency stations – as winds slam
Against the walls and doors. Silence grows – punctuated by intermittent moans
Of resistance from cars and trees, and the drum of raindrops on rooftops
Until the sunshine breaks through and the storm stops.