The Hurricane

The hurricane has come and gone And how you fared depended On where you live or where you were When Irene’s wrath descended. If you reside or had been staying On or near the ocean, You might have been amazed to see The sea in roiling motion. Its crashing waves might possibly Have damaged your foundation, Or caused a flood or knocked down trees Or worse, a combination. Many people watched in dread, Preparing by the hour; But all their caution was in vain Because they still lost power. I walked the neighborhood today – Saw branches strewn around; And several trees were sliced in half, Their trunks splayed on the ground. The promenade was filled with people Out to check the scene. It added something spicy To their usual routine. With stores and restaurants mostly closed And nothing status quo, They strolled along the river’s edge With no place else to go. The hurricane is over now, Its havoc left behind; And whether we were spared or not, We have an ax to grind.