it is a symphony of sirens.
the wind outside is blowing so hard that i am having trouble hearing my music. it is moaning its native american lament. reminding me that the spirits are still here. that they never left.
i look outside. newspapers, paper cups, all kinds of trash fleeing from the storm. and then, the very trash can itself. blue and rubbermaid rolling as fast as it can down the street, thinking only to save itself.
there is so much rain.
i look out the west-facing window and have difficulty making anything out. i see blinking lights. a car? it's moving. i think that's the interstate. must be a car. someone is driving in this. then there are more of them. no doubt wondering how much longer they have to endure this fury of storm. hoping they'll make it to illinois okay.
my lights are flickering now. i look out again. the rain is pounding at the lower section of the window, this window 12 feet above ground. standing on the radiator, i can see better. the rain is being blown by the wind so hard that before it reaches the earth it is being swept back up to float above the ground before it hits. it is being blown so hard that much of it explodes into smaller drops, turning into mist, rolling along the ground like fog. there are waves. the ocean is here.
then, the tornado sirens go off. soon after, an ambulance joins in. then several more. the wind reminds them of its presence.
it is a symphony of sirens.
the wind outside is blowing so hard that i am having trouble hearing my music. it is moaning its native american lament. reminding me that the spirits are still here. that they never left.
i look outside. newspapers, paper cups, all kinds of trash fleeing from the storm. and then, the very trash can itself. blue and rubbermaid rolling as fast as it can down the street, thinking only to save itself.
there is so much rain.
i look out the west-facing window and have difficulty making anything out. i see blinking lights. a car? it's moving. i think that's the interstate. must be a car. someone is driving in this. then there are more of them. no doubt wondering how much longer they have to endure this fury of storm. hoping they'll make it to illinois okay.
my lights are flickering now. i look out again. the rain is pounding at the lower section of the window, this window 12 feet above ground. standing on the radiator, i can see better. the rain is being blown by the wind so hard that before it reaches the earth it is being swept back up to float above the ground before it hits. it is being blown so hard that much of it explodes into smaller drops, turning into mist, rolling along the ground like fog. there are waves. the ocean is here.
then, the tornado sirens go off. soon after, an ambulance joins in. then several more. the wind reminds them of its presence.
it is a symphony of sirens.
