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A STORM STORY Usually I could have cared less about a the arrival of a hurricane. Many had come and gone causing little damage in their wake. This one though, with winds traveling upwards to one hundred and forty miles per hour, proved to be a force to be reckoned with. Hurricane Jeff had left a devastating path of destruction every where it went and made everyone fearful. It was large and it moved extremely slow, as if to relish its work. Many were killed so far and hundreds were still missing . It was like the storm wanted to set an example for those who wished to test its strength. What sent fear ricocheting through my stomach was the fact that we were in the projected path of this brutal deadly beast. The first gust of wind came with biting intensity. It shook the trees vigorously, making the branches dance. The sky was frighteningly dark, and it looked as though God was going to pour down his wrath at any moment. ...read more.


He ran outside in his boxers hysterical and bewildered. Panicked and in tears, he grabbed at the car as if this display of affection would make everything alright. The storm would not have hesitated to take him as its next victim, so his brother grabbed him and drag him inside. The destruction continued for hours, and I wondered if it would ever end. I inspected the scene with a vultures eye. In every direction debry could be scene littered around. Some were even becoming airborne as the storm used them as missiles. Garbage cans that were not tied down were scattered around making an unpleasant sight. The neighborhood looked abandoned, as if a nuclear bomb had been dropped and claimed all forms of life. The vicious winds were beginning to die down, but the rain still poured. The water had begun to flood, so those houses that were built on low foundations began to feel the effects of the water. Our house was built higher than most, so if we were lucky we might escape it. ...read more.


At one point, astray dog dared to venture out into the storm, and was dragged across the pavement by the forceful wind. I did not see where it was carried nor did I see if it was still alive after its daring move. After sometime, the wind ceased its attack. Many could be seen in the still of the evening peeping out of their houses with candles, flashlights or the lighting instrument of their choice. The more courageous ones went outside to inspect the damage done to their property. Some found simple property damage in the form of delicate trees snapped In two. Others found miscellaneous debris on their like garbage and branches. The unfortunate many however, who did not properly prepare their homes had broken windows and damaged furniture. One unlucky individual roof was taken off so he lost everything. As I sat and watched the scenery, I glanced at the sky. The menacing clouds were low and heavy in the sky, like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes. The picturesque view up above did not concur with the battle ground image below. This caused me to wonder how something so beautiful as that could cause so much damage. ...read more.

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