No, There Will be no Hurricane Tonight.


The year was eighty-seven,

The year we had the storm.

The wind howled through the night,

Tiles clattered,

Trees toppled,

Rooves moved,

And fell.

The countryside changed,

Yet only eighteen died.


As I drove to work

The landscape was different.

The trees that had blocked my view were down,

Tiles were everywhere.

I got into work, Building Maintenance at the time,

The ‘phones never stopped.

I sent men out to view the hell

That the wind had produced.

Yet only eighteen died.


They tales they told were both horrific,

And funny.

They told of the rooves

They found on the ground,

Lifted from blocks of flats,

And laid to one side.

Of the tree that fell between

Two blocks, yet touched neither.

Of the greenhouse in the middle of the road,

All glass still intact.

Yet only eighteen died.


The saddest part of all

Was that the wind was salt laden,

It killed the colours of autumn

All over the borough.

So that day when we drove to the west

Was so very strange,

So very beautiful,

Because we drove into autumn.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 2nd, 2019 02:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Back in 1987 the weather forecaster said that there will be no hurricane tonight - well there was and I was one of those who helped to organise clearing up the problems that it caused - interesting times.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold. I remember the night. Anything similar happen around 1066?

    • Goldfinch60

      No only the hurricane that was the Normans.

    • Neville

      Thank you for this delightful tho somewhat blustery trip down memory lane... I remember it well, so I do.... Neville

      • Goldfinch60

        Yes it was a bit windy, it was amazing some of the sites I saw, the town of Sevenoaks changed its name to two oaks.

        • Neville

          even some literature has been affected apparently, Wind in the Willows is now known as 'Wind in the Where the..

          and the second and subsequent editions as 'Wind in the what the..

        • dusk arising

          So many tales to be told of that night. Your final verse a magical trip in itself.

          • Goldfinch60

            Yes that was wonderful, driving into autumn.

          • ANGELA & BRIAN

            Thanks UNCLE ANDY ~ I love Poem & Mister B ! I love all His symphonies so cool & balanced. I was only 4 during the Great Storm and Angela was still a TWINKLE ! (Born 1988). It was more intense in some places than others ~ but I remember the TV being full of it which was exciting !
            Blessings & Love in the Spirit to You Both B & A 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

            • Goldfinch60

              It was the South East that was hit and Kent where I was born and brought up was rather worst.

            • Michael Edwards

              Yes it was a really tough one - great write Andy.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thanks Michael it was hard but as it happened over night “Yet only eighteen died”, if it had happened during the day the deaths would have been considerably more.

              • Joseph M Marion

                Love it cause vivid pictures

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you Joseph, it was amazing some of the sights that I saw. One being the flat rooves of two blocks of flats lifted up and blown to the ground by the side of the flats.

                  • Joseph M Marion

                    Why my dedication call the police lyrics and writers we can find inspiration in any part of life very good I love reading your work sometimes I forget to reply and post it as my favorite forgive me for this I'll try to do better

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