Here in the Great Northwet we have some pretty amazing winter storms. Along the coast where I live the storms seldom bring snow. They bring what the National Weather Service carefully christens “Wind Events”. A wind event can bring category 2 hurricane force winds that drive copious amounts of rain. Creeks and rivers flood. Trees are uprooted or broken and splintered. These storms aren’t once a decade as are hurricanes. They are several times a season nearly every year.
And today’s topic is wind. Wind that uses the trees and the rain as weapons of mass destruction. I should know better than to anthropomorphize but it is hard not to hear it freight-training up the field and slamming into the walls of the house without thinking it some sort of malevolent beast or at least a child in the midst of a screaming hissy-fit.
Last night in my bed I listened to it and found myself listing words and descriptions for the “near Cape Blanco” winds:
Whirling, swirling, howling, growling,
Screaming, yelling, muttering, moaning
Shivering around corners
Muscling through trees
Battering and bashing
Crashing, thrashing, and shoving