Voices In the Wind
Wind blowing dust into the
air, as i hide from it.
Skies that a little while
ago were dark blue,
are now an ugly grey.
As i watch the clouds
slowly moving into outer reaches,
i hear voices in the wind,
telling me to move on
danger is heading my way.
I start to walk a little faster,
seeing a farm house a little ways down the road
and seeing people getting into the storm
cellar, I yell at them to hold it,
as they scamper down into
the deep dark hole i
turn around to look
and see a Tornado
heading our way,
feeling relieved that
i had listened to
voices in the wind.
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