I remember two years ago when the wind came,
Banging trees against windows and removing power,
Howling, howling, when the wind came, you could tell it was angry
In the peaceful sort of way, I don’t think it meant to hurt, but
Our friends barn came crashing down,
The wind had thrown too much of a tantrum for the old barn,
I remember the next morning, when the wind had settled,
There was a post on facebook, and then the whole town,
The whole community,
Mourning.
I love the wind and the rain and the storming angry hurt of the weather,
I love feeling like I might be swept up with it all, I would love to go to Oz.
But after, when the rain has stopped and the wind has calmed,
School is closed. Many roads are flooded,
Too many people don’t have power.
My favorite park has turned into a lake, the adventurer in me wants
To paddleboard across the soccer field, to sit on the swing submerged in water,
And be a pendulum, splashing into water mixed with woodchips.
But I don't do any of that. The road to get there is closed,
So I just look at the picture on facebook and wish
To go laugh in this shallow lake of natural disaster, instead of
Worrying about what this world has given us, after what we’ve given our world.
On facebook, this community is grieving. Today I glanced at my mothers phone and found
A picture of chickens, dead, floating in 3 feet of water.
They lost their whole flock, a large flock, the flood came and took this part of life,
And left the water there, these people will have to wait
To collect the soggy bodies of creatures they have loved.
Another family is evacuating, her house had 4 feet of water,
She has animals- ducks, chickens, goats, more,
She is on facebook begging people to take them, free, come save these animals
From the river that has taken her backyard.
My animals are safe, we never lost power, and none of our roads have flooded too badly.
Kids will go back to school tomorrow,
Eventually the water will return to where it is supposed to be.
But how long will it take until
The chickens are buried,
The repairs are made on a flooded house,
Our community fills the go-fund-me?
How long will it take until we forgive this storm?
We will never be able to return to exactly how things are supposed to be.
It will always be before and after
Storm Warning//Storm Mourning
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Banging trees against windows and removing power,
Howling, howling, when the wind came, you could tell it was angry
In the peaceful sort of way, I don’t think it meant to hurt, but
Our friends barn came crashing down,
The wind had thrown too much of a tantrum for the old barn,
I remember the next morning, when the wind had settled,
There was a post on facebook, and then the whole town,
The whole community,
Mourning.
I love the wind and the rain and the storming angry hurt of the weather,
I love feeling like I might be swept up with it all, I would love to go to Oz.
But after, when the rain has stopped and the wind has calmed,
School is closed. Many roads are flooded,
Too many people don’t have power.
My favorite park has turned into a lake, the adventurer in me wants
To paddleboard across the soccer field, to sit on the swing submerged in water,
And be a pendulum, splashing into water mixed with woodchips.
But I don't do any of that. The road to get there is closed,
So I just look at the picture on facebook and wish
To go laugh in this shallow lake of natural disaster, instead of
Worrying about what this world has given us, after what we’ve given our world.
On facebook, this community is grieving. Today I glanced at my mothers phone and found
A picture of chickens, dead, floating in 3 feet of water.
They lost their whole flock, a large flock, the flood came and took this part of life,
And left the water there, these people will have to wait
To collect the soggy bodies of creatures they have loved.
Another family is evacuating, her house had 4 feet of water,
She has animals- ducks, chickens, goats, more,
She is on facebook begging people to take them, free, come save these animals
From the river that has taken her backyard.
My animals are safe, we never lost power, and none of our roads have flooded too badly.
Kids will go back to school tomorrow,
Eventually the water will return to where it is supposed to be.
But how long will it take until
The chickens are buried,
The repairs are made on a flooded house,
Our community fills the go-fund-me?
How long will it take until we forgive this storm?
We will never be able to return to exactly how things are supposed to be.
It will always be before and after
Storm Warning//Storm Mourning
20191101_095225.jpg
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