Zephyr

A hot muggy day sets the stage. The warm air blows across the dry prairie, Suffuses with the high cool air of the gulf. They entertwine to form the Finger of Jupiter. One that corkscrews across the land with no apparent direction. It's fury destroys all it touches, tortures the psyche with fear, yet leaves the most mundane, unscathed. Just the utterance can instill terror, spreading panic through its' course. It shatters lives in seconds with its' violence. Yet it forces mankind to meld together in this time of need, for without this unity, we could not survive.