By Taileen Wilson

The house rumbled with force
The storm dead on course
There has never been a storm like this before
Please stop, stop, stop, I can’t take any more
Will the windows hold, we can only pray
We wonder if will make it another day
If the roof rips off and whirls to the sky
We will get sucked out and forced to fly
The power is out and now it’s dark
The dogs even hide, too scared to bark
Another blast against the wall
We hunker down on the floor in the hall
Please make it end, even the eye will do
To suspend the fear if only for a few
The noise is so loud we have to yell
The shaking so fierce we just can’t tell
If the house is breaking apart right now
We’ve only seconds to say goodbye some how
It’s blowing so hard around the building
That a suction of pressure has created feeling
That some strange force has taken over
That could even make the drunkest man sober
It’s gone on for days, and days we’re still here
Pets under the blankets, children endeared
NOAA calls it a storm in the Pacific Northwest
Three million trees sheared off, homes put to the test
Some blown apart, others flooded by 20 feet
No roads open, no power, or heat
One week has gone by, yet still with no name
NOAA decided we’re not important enough fame.
I have not moved from here on the bay
And wait for the next storm that may be my last day.