The Tornado

The tornado..... I remember it like it was yesterday..... My family and I didn't believe it...... I could smell it.. It smelled of hatred and strength.. I saw it with my own eyes.. Its form whipping at the trees... And picking up rocks as if it was nothing then a bug... All the land was gone... It was as if it called me..... I walked out, the wind pulling my dress.... I saw it clearly now it was so fascinating... I saw the sky turn from a baby blue to a harsh gray...... I wasn't afraid of the tornado but amused... That tornado.... That strange tornado... Spoke to me....... The way it spun made me dizzy..ha! It amazed me.... That day....that tornado