The Night the Elephants Cried - a story of the Tsunami

The elephant emerged from the water, a moving wall of gray cut against a startling blue sky.  Wild high grasses brushed the columns of her huge legs as she dwarfed the hill that rose behind her.  Massive footprints left pools of river water where she emerged from the pond that had slaked her thirst and provided her family an afternoon of muddy play. Gently flapping ears became still; the pads on her great feet sank deep into the earth. She lifted her trunk, stood as if transfixed.  Dusk approached and banished a reluctant sun.  From miles away, something was coming.