The sun had boiled down all day
long,
Shone with heat that was
blazon,
A sauna feel was in the
air,
Heavy and moisture
laden,
The dog uneasy, as she
lay,
With nose turned up to
sniff,
While unseen danger that hung
there,
Gave up a poignant
whiff.
The scanner had been
busy,
Storm chasers were in
place,
Adrenalin was
flowing,
For the upcoming
race.
The wind that blew so hard that
day,
Had paused to take a
rest,
As I walked out beside our
road,
My gaze turned toward the
west.
All around me it was
quiet,
No wind now that had been
loud,
Across the far
horizon,
I spotted the ‘wall
cloud’.
A wall cloud is the
parent,
Of what people like me
dread,
They give birth to
tornados,
That do damage and leave
dead.
I watched for several
minutes,
My camera in my
hand,
The wall cloud spawned
tornado,
That reached to touch the
land.
I knew from the
direction,
The movement storm had
taken,
That I was safe right where I
was,
But still I was quite
shaken.
In just a brief few
seconds,
The damage means the
end,
Of hopes and dreams, and even
lives,
Destroyed by savage
wind.
No rivers, hills, nor trees
protect,
Not even hidden
valley,
Stops a tornado once it
forms,
Inside Tornado alley.
©
2004 Loree (Mason)
O’Neil
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