Perfect Storm

A beautiful Sunday, like most, was warm with joyous sunshine. However, as the day continued, the once lazy and hanging clouds became very transitory. Within hours, a storm left behind profound devastation from the imperious windstorm. The novel morning, with its calm beauty, was soon to be forgotten.

            The timorous storm continued to gather strength hour after hour. For a time, the tall tress stood stoic, however that was not to last long. It seemed without warning; the winds blew with gratuitous force and the trees bent to 90-degree angles, as if they were being pulled but young children from every direction. Leaves were pervasive, with sights set on every horizon. They blew about with no destination in hand. Even the birds were at the mercy of the wild wind. Some tried to fly against the strong force, others were left to tumble towards the ground. This strong wind was no match for anything in its way.

The aesthetic appearance of the sun set behind the trees was certainly not prosaic. The glowing red and orange sunset was spectacular beyond measure. While, at the opposite end of the spectrum, and the full moon was beyond beautiful, with its pure white elegant shine. This put a weary mood into effect.

After the storm struck, the debris was laying on the ground in every residents yard, and put three thousand houses in darkness.  Paramount in the thoughts of everyone in the county must surely have been safety. As it turned out, much damage was done, however, the situation could have been much worse. 

Ike, with all of his might and strength, certainly left a lasting impression on all those he met. He will implant memories that will never be forgotten. Speaking on behalf of everyone Ike met, “Goodbye and don’t come back!”