A Storm for Jamaica. A Rainbow rose for my tiny country's safe survival.
Prayers painting the sky.
By Novel AllenPublished 12 months ago • Updated 12 months ago • 1 min read
Hands joined in prayer
A mighty storm named Melissa meanders
As the wrath of nature descends
Breaths held - watching - anticipating
Hoping for the best - a slow path doth fury slither
Nature does not play fair, unleashing wrath
Chastising the guilty and innocent alike
The hands of the tide of time are unstoppable
They unfurl - unfold...gathering a mighty breath
Waiting to exhale...
The last storm was in 1988, a category 3 - it destroyed the island.
Melissa is a category 5.
SIGH!
Monday, October 27, 2025.
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Existing in mist and shadow. Neutrally Abstract.
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