Tornado

wild wind whipping trees bend and thrash leaves rudely torn off gardens trashed blackening skies presage the storm rain drops attack and hail pellets form shattering glass in windows and doors denting parked cars as a deluge pours. dark cloud funnel from the northwest, veers as it wanders at its whim’s behest sending shingles aloft people to basements flooded streets paved with pieces of casements bedframes and couches, bedsheets and books leaving nothing but rubble of old neighborhoods hiding in terror we hear all the ruckus and pray the capricious storm will bend by us.