Storm Chaser
STORM CHASER
Living on the edge driving into town as others evacuate,
into harm’s way to the edge,
Mother Nature kickin’ ass. Yours?
From Taiwan and a typhoon to Florida
to a hurricane, this is your rush,
your heart beat of life. See piers smashed,
roads washed away, houses disappear,
people die in a second. All men are equal
in this fury as energy is expended.
Watch from space, see circle of fluffy
white clouds, yet on the surface it’s mayhem
central. Storm chaser’s work is always dangerous
and never boring. Travel 30,000 miles in two weeks,
get some great photos and capture history.
Nearly washed away, under collapsed buildings,
horizontal rain and thunderous clouds.
Only drama here, never boring, storm chaser’s work.
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