The foam blown off the waves skitters past
Flying along the beach scary fast
As the approaching storm continues to intensify
Threatening us here on our precarious perch
We sit on a dune facing the sea
Awaiting the predicted storm surge erosion
In harm's way where no building should ever be put
Where the full moon tide approaches our doorstep
The force of the wind pushes the door shut
When I try to open it to step outside
Persuading me to stay inside and wait it out
Listening in the dark to the howling rush of air
And always the ceaseless crashing surf resounds
Our lives as captives taken hostage by the elements
Knowing the worst of it is yet to come
Not until late tomorrow and the next day
The raging wind in advance of downpours tomorrow
Only the prelude to the full impact of the storm
As we hunker down here hoping we don’t lose power
Anxious to emerge from our confinement
