Snow Squall

Snow Squall 

The temperature outside was frigid to say the least.

The threat of snow was coming to the Northeast.

Talk of a squall was mentioned. 

“What is a squall?” I questioned.

A localized, violent gust of wind and snow.

A fearful feeling inside me began to grow.

As the day progressed, so did the clouds.

The grocery stores were full of crowds.

As I approached the parking area, 

the sky grew dark; you could sense the hysteria.

The snow began drifting lightly.

By the time I exited, it was falling wildly.

The clouds seemed to descend upon me—

a complete whiteout to put it mildly.

People were stumbling around blindly. 

Somehow, I made it to my car safely.

The journey home was navigated bravely.

Much relieved, I emerged to safety.

The inspiration for this poem came from an experience I had during a swift violent snow storm. Fear gripped my heart when in a matter of minutes I found myself caught in a squall, unable to see my vehicle I headed in the direction I parked by pure memory.

“For you have been a stronghold for the poor, a stronghold for the needy in his distress, a shelter from the storm, a shade from the heat; for the blast of the ruthless ones is like a rainstorm against a wall. Isaiah 25:4

This photo was taken in my yard after the storm ended and the sky cleared.