The Storm

Flashes to flashes, gust to gust, The sky that was once calm is no longer hushed. The clouds have darkened as rain pours down. Tornado sirens send chills through the town. Everyone rushes. Everyone hushes. Hurry, my dears, To avoid the wind's clutches. Get to the basement and cover your head. The noise of the storm brings a new kind of dread. A swirl of items we once called our things Spread over the land in a sordid display. Everyone hurries To see their new worries. Rush now, my dears, As the whole town is stirring. The sight of the neighborhood sucks out your breath. All houses are flattened; a mystical mess. Clothes strewn throughout trees and New tears being shed, But things are just things and nobody is dead. Everyone slows down A silence throughout town, Come now, my dears, We have sunk but not quite drown.