Alabama Twister April 27, 2011

Black clouds bury the blue skies of Bama overhead as monstrous winds wipe out towns of southern plain. From historic antebellum it left a path of dead in the midst of hail and drenching down-pouring rain. Ten hours of terror that held the sweet south in its grip not yielding to warnings since wind motion was quick. Leveled houses and buildings with just one long dip leaving nothing to relish of mementos or red brick. Toys and papers scattered with the dying whirl twist sending debris to nearby states in massive claws. Disaster covers barren- lifeless- ground in hail and mist while residents view destruction that harshly gnaws. Blind darkness filled the night after the storms once seized bleak clouds clung, still forbidding stars or moon to shine. Lives spared but tattered beings were left quite uneased and not rightly sure where tired bodies could now resign. Despair fills many counties hit by a ravenous wind that changed a million lives in a fleeted moment. Winds of majesty can transform, bringing life to an end along with frazzled minds and souls in much discontent. Although lives have been altered and turned inside out friendship and well wishes are given in great abundance. It will take patience to rebuild quaint rural towns, no doubt with God’s and friends help, we still have a fighting chance. “Sweet Home Alabama, you’re home sweet home to me”! Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey