Turbulence
Destruction was on a new journey.
To a small town, to a quiet town,
To those with big dreams and little means.
To those who hold tight to one another.
And in their bones they could feel it.
And with their skilled eyes they could see it.
The dense gray sky as she came alive.
Brewing, conjuring, heavy daunting clouds.
Anxious, alert faces in windows.
Familiar feelings, in fear, in awe.
Lightening calls crisply, streaking, cracking.
Thunder responds rumbling, angry, roaring.
Quickly, indifferent, the assault begins.
As she blasts down her rain in torrents,
The wind comes in waves upon the land.
And the people know they are surrounded.
Out of the depths of her energy,
It is born. The perfect tornado.
So tightly wrapped around, up and down.
Upon reaching the ground, the path is clear.
Running scared to their safety below,
The air tightens as the pressure drops
The sound of its power reach them then.
Deafening, frightening, all hold their breath.
Above the twister moves eagerly.
While tearing up and so crashing down,
Whisking and soaring and speeding past.
While tearing up and so crashing down,
Whisking and soaring and speeding past.
To the end of town, an exit is made.
The storm and her danger, quickly pass.
Emerging out into the sunlight,
The people see and the people stare.
The people see and the people stare.
The people sink to the ground and they cry.
© 2010 Sarah Donnellan
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This was resubmitted for the current theme 'Calm Before the Storm', at The Artist Challenge and The Inferno. Please go have a visit to see other member's interpretions.
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