Tornado Watch
conditions favorable
Cold snap coming, set to collide
right smack into the warm front,
possibly spawning tornadoes
cyclones
twisters,
snapping treetops like matchsticks,
downing power lines,
blocking roads,
wreaking havoc.
I know this storm,
birthed it myself,
named it,
sacrificed almost
everything,
(INSUFFICIENT)
When poison water drowns
and wind tears through towns
there’s a choice:
weather or shelter.
The rage can stay out there,
pulling roofs off houses,
throwing trucks like tantrums.
When it exhausts itself,
destruction overachieved,
it simply leaves,
like it
(was never there)
too ashamed
to face
deliberate damage dealt delightfully,
proud
in the moment, leaving a wake:
broken things and garbage,
detritus to push aside
while complaining about suffering.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (2)
We have been hit by high winds over the last two weeks but nothing like this. Excellent words
Whew, this brings back memories! I grew up in Oklahoma, and tornadoes are everywhere!