Hurricane in a Small Town

Blue lightning flashes across the dark clouds, 
swirling like milk just poured into a cup of tea. 
Flashlights from someone across the lake
remind us life is continuing somewhere. 
Glass doors bend and lean as in and out 
the storm breathes through the house. 
Morning light, like Creation's first, makes its debut. 
Abandoned streets begin to show life and destruction- 
.....More and more, always more. 
No gasoline, no water, no phone or computer, 
stranded,no escape from brutal, scorching tropical heat. 
There was much need, we learned to look for and act on that. 
There were long car rides and theological debates, 
Showers become baptisms, debris removed, horses freed, 
house calls around town, hospital checks.
In time the ghost town is revived and lives restored. 
One community, transfigured, and tightly pulled together 
like new sneaker laces. We became one. 
Every coffee shop still echoes the stories of that storm. 
We must not forget the ordeal, a community sparked, 
because the storm will return, next season