The Blow
The Blow
Miracle Man
5/25/2022
The super cell birthed this mighty blow,
This wall cloud quickly produced a tornado.
Soon, stationary objects were filling the air,
and many in “Fraidy Holes” were in prayer.
The wind emerged with a whooshing sound,
from outset, just minutes, before leaving the ground.
Later hail, and quietness, then a rainbow appeared,
leaving mountains of debris that had to be cleared.
Warning sounds of the sirens no longer blared,
people praised God, that life had been spared.
Saying, most material things could be replaced,
while facing a landscape that had been defaced.
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