The Sky in Motion

The atmosphere has a sudden, unshakeable stillness-

Unaware of what has been forecasted.

Children push on swings and frolic through fields.

The calm before the storm.

The sun vanishes in the blink of an eye.

The sky is a dark, sickly green.

Wind whips through trees.

Tiny droplets dance on the pavement.

Mothers usher their littles indoors.

Families hover in front of the radio.

Suspense builds in the air,

as mother nature hits the panic button.

The dark clouds above begin to whirl about-

forming a small funnel.

The rotating clouds go down, down, down

Till' it drills through the ground.

Sirens blare through the city,

as this once tiny phenomenon became a monstrous beast.

Winds go faster and faster.

It's clear- this storm was born to destroy.

Homes crumble to the ground.

Broken power lines flail about.

Trees lose their limbs,

and vehicles smashed.

But nothing lasts forever, of course.

So, the tornado finally slows, slows, slows

and dissipates into where it came.

Families begin to file out their doors,

and begin to rebuild what had been lost.