Hurricane Holidays

Trees bent in the fury of the wind
birds huddled in hidden shelters
bilious clouds forming grey-green hills
rain slanted, slashing, screeching
pellets of ice crashing, rebounding.
For hours the storm ravages outside
we tremble in fear
excited, awed, enjoying the show.

Mother serves soup
made on a camp-stove
candles flicker comfort
while we play board games
bedtime ignored.

Hurricane holidays
that leave downed trees
ruined roofs and kids
delighted with the excitement
of closed schools and
the storm’s destruction
to explore.

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