Since the power came back on I have been exploring YouTube for versions of Stormy Weather. This is from a live performance by Ben Webster in Copenhagen in 1965.
Although there was severe damage to trees and property on our street, we came through the last round of stormy weather relatively unscathed. The branches that landed on the roof were thankfully quite small. The outdoor furniture was blown around, but the gazebo roof withstood the wind and held the weight of the rain without tearing. Drivers attempting to get through and neighbours dragged the fallen tree limbs off the street, and people have been stopping all day to take pictures.
Racing home just ahead of the storm and then watching it reach its climax is an experience I would not want to repeat soon. My heart goes out to those whose homes and lives have been wrecked over the years by these natural calamities.
The power is finally back on after twenty-four hours. We had an ice cream feast last night, but it did not compensate for being without power to use the computer or sewing machine, to watch television, to make coffee, to read. I came to really appreciate my back-lit eBook until the charge ran out in the middle of a sentence! How spoiled we have become!
This storm followed several days of unprecedented heat and humidity. Then Friday the wind started. This poem by Dickinson describes it perfectly.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low, —
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.
I blogged about stormy weather last year when we were waiting for Hurricane Sandy…. with poems: The Hurricane by William Cullen Bryant, and The Storm by Theodore Roethke. You may also remember Stormy Weather sung by Lena Horne. Whitney Houston paid tribute to Lena Horne in her cover of the song here.