Saturday, May 10, 2014


The day so gray
the clouds hang low
you can smell the rain coming in the air
the distant rumble of thunder, warnings of a storm

They come more often this year
with them, more devastation
leaving death and destruction
in their wake

Tornadoes measuring a mile wide
hail the size of baseballs
rains so voluminous
a mountainside buried a town

Is that what's on it's way
how bad will it be this time
will the sirens sound in time for us to find shelter
whose turn is it today

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