A storm was predicted. The rice farmers raced to take the crop off the fields, not because it would ruin the yield but because it would be difficult to harvest a crop laid out in the mud. Most of the farmers worked the last few days around the clock. My brother and cousin Curtis managed to harvest the last field around eight last night.
Last night the storm poured in with a great roar and tumbled around throughout the day.
My mom's yard looked like a bomb had raced through it; chairs topsy turvy, pots strewed, plants thrashed and a general mess of leaves and debris scattered with each gush of wind.
While I was making my mother and I some lunch in the kitchen I noticed out the window a ton of leaves fly by, it was odd and I had a funny feeling that a tree was about to fall. Have you ever had a feeling that something was going to happen and before you could claim the feeling it does happen? Well I walked over to the back door and before I could turn the door handle I heard a terrific ripping sound, then a large branch the size of a tree went sailing by. I screamed as I watched it crash down in front of the doorway.
See the green stuff? See what looks like half of the national forest in front of my mother's house? My mother rightly calls it a very large branch…. but when it came sailing by it looked like the entire tree and then some.
My mother came running when I screamed "Oh my God a tree is sailing by!!" My mother is not a drama queen like I can be, instead she looked at the large tree branch covered with leaves in front of her front door and declared two thoughts:
1) "The green foliage kind looks good, it trims the door frame nicely doesn't it?"
2) "Well at least I won't have those leaves to rack."
I must learn to be so matter of fact, instead of getting caught up in the drama.
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