The storm came and the skies darkened.
The wind picked up and the trees began to sway.
A creak in the wood here, a tap on the window there and a sound unidentified yet ominous to the eardrum.

Eyes shift and stare in suspition.
Ears strain in hope against hope.
Then all doubt, all illusions are gone.

Terror and horror come flying in on the black darkened cloud of a funnel.
It is here.
It is hungry.
And you are DINNER!

This poem is dedicated to those whose lives were so rudely interupted last week in More county Oklahoma. I’m sorry that you have to deal with this. Please know that you have friends everywhere that you don’t know and possibly will never meet, that wish you well and a speedy recovery. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.