(Second in an accidental series about weather…)
People around here have never recovered psychologically from the hurricane of ’38. And she was a doozy — hundreds killed, houses destroyed, damage that took years to repair. So now, with forecasting tools that let us know a hurricane is coming long before it’s even crossed the Tropic of Cancer, we tend to worry a long time before we need to. As is currently the case with Hurricane Danielle. Never mind that most storms lose their stuff and head out to the Atlantic about midway up the coast, either.
So just to put things into perspective, here’s a poem about hurricanes, and the kind of problems they don’t cause in these latitutes.
Problems with Hurricanes by Victor Hernández CruzA campesino looked at the air And told me: With hurricanes it’s not the wind or the noise or the water. I’ll tell you he said: it’s the mangoes, avocados Green plantains and bananas flying into town like projectiles. How would your family feel if they had to tell The generations that you got killed by a flying Banana. Death by drowning has honor If the wind picked you up and slammed you Against a mountain boulder This would not carry shame But to suffer a mango smashing Your skull or a plantain hitting your Temple at 70 miles per hour is the ultimate disgrace. The campesino takes off his hat— As a sign of respect toward the fury of the wind And says: Don’t worry about the noise Don’t worry about the water Don’t worry about the wind— If you are going out beware of mangoes And all such beautiful sweet things.