Friday 20 February 2015

Force 4 and rising !

The clouds rolled in, darkening all the while until the light took on a wild glow as the atmosphere began to bubble and boil with electric currents penetrating the sky. A force 4 typhoon was on the cards and the weather station down on the point was relaying the fall in pressure every fifteen minutes to Control who had the responsibility to paste together all the information. 

Outside on the boulevard the palm trees were beginning to sway in the wind as it built up incrementally to a full blown gale. 
Most of the birds had long gone, heading inland in search of shelter leaving only the ones still with young to stay behind and chance their luck. Nature can be cruel to the small creatures, nests destroyed, hard won security blown away in a night of bedlam, which to the returning commuters listening to the weather warnings on the car radio meant no more than securing the patio door but for the rats and mice would mean a full scale evacuation as the inevitable waters rose.
The town council aware of their responsibilities, not least against litigation had already started to warn people against going out unless they had to. The schools had closed early and the mothers had swept up their precious cargo to scurry home and worry until dad arrived. As the wind freshened into a gale the sirens wailed their shrill warning, adding to the natural foreboding it made. The few still out on the street measure in their minds eye, how many blocks still to go !
At about 2am there was a tremendous crash and sound of breaking glass. Having only just  got to sleep from listening to the wailing wind rise, tormented like a banshee, wondering if the rope holding the canvas covers would hold, this crash was what you had feared.
Struggling into a raincoat and stepping out into the wind torn night you surveyed the wreckage. The wind had got under the garage roof and lifted the sheet of corrugated tin dislodging the plasterboard cladding and punching out the window. As the rain slewed down in a continuous sheet of water there was little you could do to save the situation and momentarily you thanked your stars you were on land and not tossing about on the sea.

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