In the beginning it was the hurricane
The vapors of the ocean shaped it. First, humble clouds formed, almost imperceptible. Then, the smoking tropical sea fed them until they were transformed into a spiral of wind and rain, of those that are really scary.
It moved westward, slowly, without haste. Beyond, the flat lands of the Bahamas and other nearby islands awaited. The wind was its destruction. As in ancient times, the spirits of the elements were triggered in their own way, imposing respect. After the wind and the rain, people returned to their semi-destroyed houses, try to fix roofs and walls, cleaned the streets and life went on. However, most people did not understand the message. 

In other times, long time ago, things were different. The Lucayan peoples of the islands gave it reverence. They calmed it with cassava, corn and lobster meat. At that time, hurricanes and human beings lived in communion. When the wind blew and the streams entered inland, the Lucayans felt more than ever, a part of nature, like the fish of the sea or the birds of the air. This new hurricane is expressed in a similar way. Only there are no longer the ancient peoples who revered him and treated him as a powerful brother, perhaps as a father. When the storm passed those villages, they rebuilt their huts made of wood, straw and palm leaves. And life went on. This hurricane that blows today has encountered new towns, who live in cement houses, drive metal vehicles and seem to have forgotten the sacred value of waves and wind. The media call them with outside names. The Lucayans could tell us many things that we don't know today about the annual passage of hurricanes through the islands. But the Lucayans are no more. 0 maybe they are but not in the same way as they were in otheer times.

From "The lie of the millennium" (The mysteries of America), D. Antón, Piriguazú Ediciones