TEMPEST

   part one

 

She stepped outside for a smoke.  While she

was gone there was a whisper of wind in the

eves, then it became a howl.

 

Worried, I looked out and she slammed the door

in my face.   Then it struck.

 

The house shook and rattled---- she pounded on

the door, violently. Bangng, banging, crashing.

Racing to the door, the door flew open before I could

reach it----- she was gone.

 

As a violent wind tore at the house, screaming as

that of a tortured banshee.  The lights went out.

poles down, power off.  The screaming wind a

crescendo in the darkness---- faintly as in  a great

distance, her voice, above the terrible storm, a faint

almost imperceptible human penetrating the curse.

 

Grieving for her, lost in the violence and the dark,

the boat, what can be happening to our beloved

boat lashed to the dock of the bay ?

 

Armed with a flashlight, struggling to stand-----

there she was crashing against the dock, horrible

noise filling the rainsoaked wind and above the

sounds of the storm her voice faintly, ever so

faint, through the howling , tearing sounds of the

night.  H e l  p   m e..........