The strong wind blew

harder than I have ever seen before.

We waited,

perched in the closet,

scared of what was to come next.

All of a sudden,

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"The eye" as it was called.

We braved stepping out of the closet,

only to see absolute devestation.

Flooding.

Houses leveled.

Fallen trees.

Katrina wasn't done with us yet.

The aftermath mightv'e been worse than the storm itself.

There were refugees from all parts of the coast.

Hundreds

Thousands.

wounded by the storm

wounded by debris

"wounded by a shark" a delirous victim claimed.

All of these people,

they had nothing.

The stories warmed your heart.

They mightve lost their familes,

their homes,

everything they had,

but they werent bitter.

They were grateful.

Families reunited,

far away from where they were last together.

Hopeful phone calls,

those who were assumed dead answered the phone.

All types of pets,

being recognized by their owners.

A state coming together,

to overcome the devestating storm.