Dedicated to a wise scifi author whose stories are out of this world! Keep it up!
Author's note: It is currently a tornado warning as I write this. The clouds are gathered ominously, wind blows hard, rain pellets the windows and trees sway in the background.
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In the midst of a tornado,
lies a peculiar airflow.
While the winds blow hard,
I stare out from the backyard.
I wish I could be knocked out,
lately life has been rough.
The storm has caused a blackout,
and I fear I am not so tough.
Funnels swirl ahead,
pool of tears lay beneath my feet.
Should I escape into the shed,
would death I cheat?
Neighbors locked inside,
dark clouds gathered on the horizon.
My fear I override,
instead listen to my reason.
Heading to the House of Nightmares,
where monsters reside.
I go downstairs,
gut feeling I override.
Life can be counted by the storms,
that does not mean I am numb.
Lightning accompanies the windstorms,
thunder beating as a conga drum.
No one can make me feel unsafe,
not even in my own house.
Should out of their mouths come a strafe,
I am no mere mouse.
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Vocab notes:
Strafe: (verb/noun) attack of machine-gun fire or cannon fire from a low flying airplane
Author's note: I wrote this because I was feeling inspired by the tornadoes, and by a fellow friend who is going through a family crisis right now. My prayers are with them.