Grace told me I don’t write enough poetry these days. I did think of one while watching the storm begin and end from my window.
Thunder rolls in the distance
Every sharp peal and distant growl
Isn’t so innocent
Because the turbulence on the prowl
Will make you feel reticent
Toward knowing all the damage felt
Once the violence has spent
Tornadic spirals out of control
My life has been like this one failed roll
I knew in the morning how the air felt
But I dared to step out into it all
My hands up, my hair swept
Back and forth like a child on a swing
Knowing as I faced it all
What I was living for
What was happening
And then it hit so suddenly
Despite my mind telling me its velocity
Spinning round and pulling up
Tearing through, not had enough
And so, it goes, with a smile left
What it leaves to view is a rainbow’s end
It’s not a very good poem but…
There is a YouTube channel, Pecos Hank, that I’m subscribed to because the commentator seems like a genuinely kind soul, and his photography and videos are amazing. He is extremely knowledgeable about weather – many of his videos are educational – and so, his commentary is what makes his videos stand out from just another video of a tornado.
It’s tornado season here and hopefully we all stay safe.
This actually has the Doppler Radar of my area when that tornado hit next to my apartment last year. Check out Texas tornadoes:
He’s also a filmmaker, guitarist, singer, musician, composer, animal lover, and overall one of the most interesting humans on earth. Check out his music on his Southern Backtones page. It needs more views:
Have a great day of seeking and searching!
Goodnight Grace 🙂 ❤