Blue skies with a white fluffy cloud here and there. Birds are chirping and flying around from tree to tree. Concrete is hot, burned my bare feet - and there's no wind. It's calm. Eerie calm. Yet, 400+ miles out into the Gulf of Mexico dwells Claudette. She's up to 60mph now... wonder if our windows will survive. Ugh. Stupid wires better not snap either. Last time we went about 2-3 weeks without power after the tornado and it was a bitch getting someone out here to finally fix it.
Here's a poem, it's by a guy named Paul Chen.
this calm before the storm
this treasured moment,
this quiet lull,
this calm before the storm
soon, it will end,
soon, become a rage,
this calm before the storm
i savor and cherish,
i will hold in,
this calm before the storm
while it is still,
while you are calm,
this calm before the storm
© 1999-Paul Chen