Brother Hear How the Wind Comes In In '35, some jobless vets were down in the Florida Keys   Camped in tents and barracks on Lower Matecumbe   Sent down south to earn their keep and to build  mew highway   They would face a mighty hurricane on that deadly Labor Day       Mama see how the rain comes in, flat, flat, flat       Pappa see how the clouds come in, low, low, low       Sister see how the waves come in, high, high, high       Brother hear how the wind comes in, blow, blow, blow   Now the Keys folk know their hurricanes, know just what to do   Run their boats to shelter and their families and livestock, too   But the veterans huddled by the railroad tracks were left to meet their fate   'Cause the rescue train from Homestead would be leaving much too late         Mama see how the rain comes in....   Six PM, water rising and the wind was a high mean hum   Faces peered from shuttered homes, stout hearts beat like drums   Eight PM, barometers still falling like the rain   And the vets heard a roar and a rumble like the sound of the rescue train       Mama see how the rain comes in....   The wind and the waves cut a ten mile swath through the Florida Keys that night   Buildings, bridges, docks and roads swept clean out of sight   Survivors, stunned and batterd, tallie up the frightful cost   Four hundred forty four found dead and many more just lost       Mama see how the rain comes in, flat, flat, flat       Pappa see how the clouds come in, low, low, low       Sister see how the waves come in, high, high, high       Brother hear how the wind comes in, blow, blow, blow Copyright 2006 Malcolm Mckinney