It never
rains in Southern California--so goes a popular song
But this
Christmas week, clearly Albert Hammond sang it wrong
The Retail Gods
in the heavens were weeping with joy
As online
shoppers were clicking to buy more gifts for loved ones to enjoy
Malls were
crowded adding only to shoppers’ basic fears
Either the
need to have toy or a parking space would disappear
Nothing like
a booming economy to erupt
For shoppers’
purses to continue to open up
On Christmas
Eve Day the buying surge was still on
Even with
forecasted weather to pump a huge damper on Christmas dawn
Christmas
was a day of rain, sleeting high up and snow on the mountains and higher hill
tops
A white
Christmas with passes in and out of the basin shut down to travel disrupt
Time to hunker
down with friends and family as the weather made it impossible to get around
Blankets of
white and sheets of rain to cover the Southern California ground
In the late
evening hours a sound heard only in the Midwest and Southeast states
Telephone warnings
to seek shelter immediately to tornadoes to await
Time to jump
out of bed and put contacts back in
Couldn’t be
blind and be hit with a tornado’s rains and howling winds
Await above ground
without a basement and on one’s knees start to pray
If it
appeared please God do not let it stay and quickly its funnel go away
Ventura
further north was slightly hit with winds near 80 from a tornado finger
But
fortunately our rare type of storm on our land did not linger
When it
comes to being hit with natural disasters
When fear
impending damage, injury or death one has to try to master
Give me an
old fashioned earthquake that without warning chooses to strike
Leaving after
a few minutes of shaking terror as opposed to hurricanes and tornadoes with
hours upon hours of warnings coming down the pike
© December
26, 2019 Michael P. Ridley aka the Alaskanpoet
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