The Power of the Wind

A family portrait lies in the middle of the street amongst cars now upside down; Piles of rubbish as far as the eyes can see in what once was a Midwestern town. Sirens blasts preceded the train-like roar by only a quarter of an hour; as the funnel cloud dropped out of the eerie gray sky on the town it would devour. Tornadoes show no favoritism, destroying bars and churches alike; ripping roofs off homes and businesses - whipping them around like paper kites. Electrical wires exploded and homes imploded; thousands of screams that nobody heard – just the roar of the twister, and believe my mister, the fear that you feel cannot be put into words. Red Cross tents are still a few hours away as people start uncovering from the debris; in what now looks like a beautiful day individual straws of hay stuck in the sides of a tree. People start counting fingers and toes and seeking out family members; Worldly belongings of an entire community mixed together in the tornado’s embers. A number of towns have shared this fate throughout the US Midwest; and through each and every reoccurrence of this religious beliefs are put to the test. Neighbors pull together; help comes from near and far; the rebuilding will shortly begin – but anyone who has ever lived through this will never forget the power of the wind.