Like a thief in the night, Irma, an extremely powerful and catastrophic Cape Verde type hurricane hit Tortola (the largest and most populated of the British Virgin Islands). With the rage of winds of 185 – 200 miles per hour, no inch was spared as whole shipping containers were picked up like Lego bricks and tossed about by the malevolent child of climate change… that turned Tortola from paradise to a vision of the apocalypse.
For a while, it gave rest while its eye passed over, and then returned to the attack from another direction finding weaknesses and fueling its rage on fear. Irma forced itself through windows and under doors, causing its carnage from the inside out. When the hurricane passed, she left behind an island once vivid with the primary colors of nature, a colorless flat tan.
Obviously, ‘THERE WAS A DEMON IN THAT STORM’.
