The Caribbean sun likes to take its time cleaning up after hurricanes with foreign names.
Katia, on the other hand, is a pitit-kay, a child of the house. She will be polite, and not create disorder. Haiti has had its share of devastating storms. Even hurricanes have eyes to see that.
Stay in the sea, Lady K. Dive deep to the bottom, past the wandering souls whose boats had failed to reach their destinations. Bring back one of those golden hairbrushes for yourself.
It will take hours, days (even years) to soften your 125 mph wind-blown hair. Keep brushing, Hurricane Katia. Take comfort in the sapphire, emerald, and diamond studs on your dress. They will play nicely against the sunlight and the Caribbean Sea. They will create a carnival of colors.
If you see other hurricanes making their way toward Haiti, tell them our Sun is still too busy cleaning up after previous storms. Direct those approaching storms to the deepest parts of the ocean, past the ancient castle with the ancient residents whose names no one remembers now.
Show those hurricanes the precious stones that carpet Haiti’s side of the ocean floor. Instruct them to keep their own eyes open. If more hurricanes decide to stop by, direct them to the bottom of the sea. The ancient ones in their subaqueous castles don’t mind visitors. They are a gentle people.
