Tempest seas roll as thick black waves crash with a fierceness only briefly tasted by men adventurous enough to traverse into uncharted territory. Flexing it's muscle a cacophony of sound cackles and reverberates though skies streaked with lightening so magnificent in its flickering dance of barely contained power. Whistles of wind breath eerily though the ominous night sky in a whisper of the haunting performance about to ensue, while like an intimate caress, humidity licks my spine. I drink in the succulent sweetness as warm drops of moisture fall in a melodic patter to the floor and with arms wide open embrace... the beauty of the storm.
- Hurricane Andrew Survivor 1992 Homestead, Fla
