My being sick the last couple days coincided with the approach and landfall of Katrina.
I watched it all unfold and the same pains over and over.
Today, I watched the aftermath horror on and off from the dry warmth of my couch, sipping tea.
I went outside to find some picture and there she was, over my head.
The outermost fringes of a spent monster.
The rain here, such as it was, was a fine gentle sprinkle of a minute or two that made only pretty patterns on the porch and the nice smell of just wet concrete.
No wind. Instead a thick stillness and her clouds sailing quickly in an open arc.
in five minutes pointed straight up at the sky I managed to catch only one fine raindrop on the lense, delibrately.
While her victims agonize a thousand miles from here, there she is now, politely gliding above me.
A toothless monster above my head.
Only last year I realized all those odd dead cloud days, or days of pounding too warm fall rain, or winds slinging clouds in directions they should not go are the remnants of hurricanes over my head.
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