Where is the Storm!

As I crept through the night
Holding my pants really tight
I waited for it to be true
To be kept awake the night through.

The warning was clear and mighty
Will blow your candles and nightie.
It howled and whistled for a while,
Rustling the leaves and the textiles.

It thundered a little, it rained a bit
But then it was quiet in 60 minutes.
The storm is a mega‘, the MET department had warned,
Had me worried with no internet to mourn!!

The sky was cloudy in the morning
Today was the day for the warning.
It did not gust neither it blew, 
All was normal as if nothing was new.

They shut the schools and closed their gates
For it would hail on the date.
Kids were happy, no school to go
They had the day to play with play-doh.

What do they do smoke at the MET
Need to have some to calm the sweat.
Coz when they give a special warn
Need to ask ‘Where’s the storm!!’

Ask a sailor who sails the seas
And who would certainly agree
For when the furore is not in sight
‘Where’s the storm!!’ ask he might.


This funny poem was contributed by a dear, dear family member of mine for the blog. He also happens to be a sailor like my husband and in fact, my husband and he are very fast friends. So in this piece, he tries to give the reader a sailor’s perspective of how they look at storm warnings by the weatherman. Most of us ignore the MET Department’s warnings on weather conditions. But as someone who has seen and been in the middle of bad weather at sea more times than most of us have in our entire lifetimes, bad weather warnings are taken rather seriously by sailors because storms at sea are notorious for being unpredictable.

I have experienced it first hand when I was aboard my husband’s merchant ship and trust me the sight of a frothing ocean and the ship being tossed on the gigantic waves is something to give you the fright of your life. To top it all the knowledge that if you die out here, you’ll die absolutely alone and no one may even find your body is scary as hell.

Here are some pics from the time when I witnessed a storm at sea.

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These are from the time when the storm had started building. Watch this video recorded and uploaded by my husband to know what it’s like to be inside a ship when she is rolling through a storm.

I don’t mean to scare you guys in the morning itself. So I’ll stop here.

Have a great day!


Featured Image: jplenio at Pixabay.

Images: Pradita Kapahi and Gaurav Kapahi.

 

35 thoughts on “Where is the Storm!

  1. I have never been on a ship, and by the sounds of it, storms are pretty bad out there. But I would like to go out on a ship at some point. Hopefully there won’t be any storms! 🙂 I have to commend the people who go through storms out at sea.

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  4. “As I crept through the night
    Holding my pants really tight
    I waited for it to be true
    To be kept awake the night through.

    The warning was clear and mighty
    Will blow your candles and nightie.
    It howled and whistled for a while,
    Rustling the leaves and the textiles.”

    It must be my terrible male mind, but, as I read those words, I thought the poem was taking us to another place. That it may have been a report on an attack of gastro, a storm in the tummy. I thought that it was about hoping to make it to the bathroom before the ‘storm’ broke! 🙂 Dreadful me. Anyhow, it’s a great poem. The Pradita Chronicles strike again.

    So the storm came
    And the storm went
    And well all its fury was spent
    The sun came beaming through the trees
    Then harbour was becalmed in gentle breeze.

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