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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On a calm summer evening, just minutes after four, clouds wrap the horizon with an head above it’s core. An elderly store owner observes from his door, staring the dark mass as its thunderheads soar. He stares them in silence as they soar from the west. As stray clouds darken, blending with the rest. He’s suddenly growing fearful, and wants to get away. But the nearest town is ten miles away. Suddenly, a black funnel stretches down to the ground. It dances before him with a roaring sound. The wind bends the trees, and leaves begin to soar. It blows his hat off, and rushes through the door. So he runs back inside, and stumbles to the floor, as the large violent storm shows its fury even more. The old man gets up, and dashes to the back, as the wood around the door begins to tear and crack. He drops to the floor and keeps his head down, as the vicious cyclone rips through the town. The windows shatter quickly, spraying glass in the air. Debris is tossed around him, falling everywhere. As the ferocious wind passes the door, its vacuum effect yanks furniture from the store. A few minutes later, the storm moves away, on course to threaten the next town’s day. The wind begins to cease, diminishing to a breeze. So the old man gets up, and rests upon his knees. He rises slowly, and creeps to the door, stepping on glass all over the floor. After reaching the entrance, he looks out to his right, and spots the black funnel soaring out of sight.
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