Remnants of Hurricanes

                                                                                                                                                       

smacking the ground lightly are
the constant drops of rain that fall
repeatedly and in succession,
hitting the ground like hail all
around our quiet environment in
the eastern part of the south as
the remnants of hurricanes flow in
a northeastern pattern across our
land simulating a bevy of birds;
listening to the sounds are cats
on perches as they gaze through
the screens and into the world
that they have been prevented
from visiting this morning, their
furry bodies protected from the
chills riding the pouring rain;
guardian magnolia, spruce, 
and pine standing willing and
able in case they are needed
and the wooden deck, dark in
colors absorbs the moisture
from which they cannot run;
green grass shivers in the onslaught
and holds its ground as it receives
the brunt of the attack from above
and as witnesses to the event,
we are fortunate to be blessed
by being inside our shelters.

24 September 2020