Hurricane

A low-pressure system develops, 
Fed by unnaturally warm seas. 
The hurricane intensifies 
And the Florida Keys wait. 
Where is landfall? 
The weather models predict, 
But with margin of error. 
All we can do is wait. 
Windows are boarded up, 
And supplies are at the ready. 
We're hunkered down and anxious. 
It's scary to sit here and wait. 
Why did we choose to stay 
When others have evacuated? 
Why haven't we learned from past ordeals? 
Why are we here, waiting for the storm? 

~ Dante P Ramon 

Have you ever waited out a storm, or even some potentially disastrous event? This poem touches on one such experience.