The Tornado
The tornado.....
I remember it like it was yesterday.....
My family and I didn't believe it......
I could smell it..
It smelled of hatred and strength..
I saw it with my own eyes..
Its form whipping at the trees...
And picking up rocks as if it was nothing then a bug...
All the land was gone...
It was as if it called me.....
I walked out, the wind pulling my dress....
I saw it clearly now it was so fascinating...
I saw the sky turn from a baby blue to a harsh gray......
I wasn't afraid of the tornado but amused...
That tornado....
That strange tornado...
Spoke to me.......
The way it spun made me dizzy..ha!
It amazed me....
That day....that tornado
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