I sheltered inside most of the day. Waited for Hurricane Michael to pass through–for better or worse.
Clouds rotated counterclockwise from north to south. Verification of meteorologist’s predictions, that we were on the “safer” west side of the storm.
From a few early morning sprinkles, came heavy rain. What was yet to come?
This evening, the sun peeked out. It was not as bad as it could have been.
A sobering thought, because my good fortune, meant others weren’t as fortunate.
Television meteorologists struggled to stand, when Michael came ashore. Their tenacity, to cover the weather event, defied logic.
A few remnant, scud clouds, raced counterclockwise, in the evening sky. On the northeast horizon, an ominous cloud wall, left in a rush of madness.