Here Comes Katrina by Deidra D. S. Green

Deidra D. S. Green
By Deidra D. S. Green April 18, 2012 22:36

Here Comes Katrina by Deidra D. S. Green


“Do you know Katrina?”

“I know Katrina… I met her not so long ago…”

Many of us watched the devastation of Hurricane Katrina as she ripped through New Orleans and the states along the Gulf, wreaking havoc on the lives of the people that lived there.

Many lives were lost during that treacherous storm. Families were separated; scattered throughout the United States – some still fighting to get back to the ones they love. Most of us could only watch from a distance; but some actually lived to tell the tale.

Here Comes Katrina is one families tale of trials and tribulations and how they survived… together. Take the journey with C’Mone and her family as they weather the storm known as Hurricane Katrina.


When I first heard about Katrina coming, I was excited! I like when company comes to visit. I like to meet new people too; especially when they are nice. I kept hearing over and over again that Katrina was coming, and I was getting more and more excited by the day! Normally when we are expecting company, my mommy makes sure the house is spic and span, she cooks a big meal, and tells me a lot of stories about the person that’s coming to get me to familiar with them.

This time it was different. This time, instead of cleaning up the house, I saw my dad and big brother boarding up the house. This time, instead of mommy cooking a big fancy meal, she was putting canned goods and bottles of water into boxes. This time, instead of telling funny stories to get me to remember who was coming, mommy was quiet and seemed kind of worried.

As each day passed, I kept hearing more and more about Katrina coming. It’s funny; people at my school were talking about Katrina coming; people on TV were talking about Katrina coming; it seemed like everybody was talking about Katrina! How did all these people know that Katrina was coming to visit? I was getting more and more excited about the visit.

Katrina had to be very important for so many people to be talking about her. I finally went to my mommy and asked, “When is Katrina going to get here? When is she coming? It’s taking forever!!”

“Soon,” my mom replied, “soon enough.”

I was supposed to go to school the next day, but my parents decided that I could stay at home. Just like any other kid, the reason I got to stay at home didn’t matter. I didn’t have to go to school! Hooray!

My parents were still getting ready for Katrina’s arrival. My dad was taking furniture from the downstairs to the upstairs. My mom was packing clothes like we were going on a trip. “Are we going on vacation?” I asked my mother.

“No,” she replied. “We’re just getting ready for Katrina.”

I was confused by what my mother said, and what my parents were doing. But it didn’t matter. Being out of school meant I had a full day to play and that’s just what I did. That night, I went to bed like any other night. Both my mom and dad came in to kiss me good night. I begged my mom to read my favorite book one more time before I went to sleep. She did, and after that, I drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later that night, I was awakened by something stirring in the house. “It’s dark…what’s all the noise? What are my parents doing up?” I thought to myself. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed Fudge, my favorite teddy bear, and crawled out of bed to see what was going on. Then I started to hear the rain outside my window, and then heard a big bang of thunder. I started getting scared. I squeezed Fudge tighter.

“Mommy! Daddy!” I called from my bed. Lightening flashed. The sky lit up! (So did my room!) I called for my parents again. I don’t like storms. They can be very scary. Even though I was very frightened, I walked down the hall to my parents’ bedroom.

They were not there. Even though I was sure my brother was in his room, he is not who I wanted when it was storming like this. He would probably tease me for being so scared!

I took a deep breath and slowly made my way downstairs, the only other place my parents could be. About midway down the stairs, I met my father coming up the stairs. Seeing him so unexpectedly surprised me. I let out a little gasp because he caught me so off guard. My dad had a very concerned look on his face. He didn’t have on any shoes and his feet were wet. Before I could ask what was going on, he said, “Hurry up baby…it’s Katrina! We’ve got to go back upstairs.” Dad grabbed me and helped me to the stairs. “Go on up. Your brother is up there already. Mom and I will be up in a minute!”

I climbed the stairs and saw my brother. I rushed over to where he was sitting on his bed. “What’s going on? Dad said Katrina’s here. Why is the floor downstairs wet? Why do we all have to come up here?” All the questions came flooding out almost at once.

“Calm down,” my brother replied, holding me by the shoulders. “Katrina’s here,” he said.

“Who’s Katrina? And why is the floor wet…. And…..”

My brother interrupted. “Katrina is not a person. Katrina is a storm, a really bad storm. We have to be upstairs because water from the storm is getting into the house.”

“Katrina is a storm,” I said to myself. “She’s not a person, she’s a storm.” I hugged my favorite teddy bear even tighter.

My parents did finally come upstairs where my brother and I were waiting. My dad was carrying the boxes of food my mother had prepared earlier. My mommy had the clothes I thought she was packing for a trip. They both looked very tired to me. I could hear the thunder getting louder and louder outdoors. Every now and then, lightening would flash and light up the sky. Every time I heard the thunder, or saw the sky light up, I would jump, and my heart felt like it skipped a beat. I was getting more and more afraid.

My parents saw the look on my face. “Don’t worry honey. It will be all right,” my mom said. My dad asked my mom if she had remembered to plug up the cell phone… just in case. She said she had. All I could think is, ‘in case of what?’

“Everything is going to be just fine,” my dad replied. The rain continued to fall outside. The rain was falling hard against the windows. The raindrops looked so big, like they were super-sized! The rain was falling steady, like the beat of a far away drum. The wind was getting stronger and stronger. The sound it made reminded me of a wolf howling.

All of a sudden, all the lights in the house went out. I moved closer to my brother on the bed. I squeezed Fudge even tighter! I was really getting scared now. It was so dark! My dad started down the stairs to check on things. He got about half way down the stairs and turned around and came back up. “What’s the matter?” my mom asked.

“The water is up to the middle of the staircase,” my father replied.

“What are we supposed to do now? What if the water gets any higher?” my brother asked.

“All we can do is wait, and hope the storm ends soon.” My dad said. “All we can do is wait.” And that’s what we did. We waited. It seemed like the rain would never stop. It seemed like Katrina would never go away. Oh, how I had waited for Katrina to arrive. Now, I couldn’t wait for her to be gone.

The wind howled. The rain fell. The thunder roared. The water got higher and higher in our house. Before long, the water was near the top of the steps. I’m not sure my parents knew what to do. My dad was pacing back and forth. My mommy looked like she was praying most of the time. My brother and I just sat quietly, in the dark, not really knowing what to do or what would happen next.

But the water kept rising. Soon, it came almost to the top step, and we were on the second floor of our house! Why was Katrina bringing all this rain? Why did she make all this water come into our house? I fell off to sleep clutching Fudge; I didn’t know what else to do; wondering what was going to happen to our house; what was going to happen to us.

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