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Dan watched a mustard yellow sky and listened
as sounds of birds silenced. Rain had
been pelting grain fields
hard the past few hours with wind sweeping across the farm.
He had always been
known for his honesty and degree
of readiness in storms like this.
The last time the sky was yellow and the air heavy, Dan recalled how specific he had been about getting
the family to safety, telling them what to do when the tornado touched
down.
Back then the funnel
had lifted his heaviest truck and ripped the bottom carriage right off, flinging it to the neighboring
farm. Tornadoes flagrantly pass through, shredding a life’s work in a matter
of seconds.
Dan watched for Jenny
and the kids, praying for them to be safe.
As he headed to the shelter, the old Toyota tore into the drive. “Now!
Get in now!”
Dan wrapped his
arms around Jenny and his children in the shelter as the roaring monster touched
down. “Safe. Safe…” They all prayed.
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Many thanks to Delores @Under the Porch Light for her challenging words. Please please please check her site for other participants in her Wednesday Words.
Tornadoes are horrific terribly destructive monsters of nature. Many fellow bloggers have been affected by them. Always pray for those in the path of a tornado.
Mother nature isn't very nice some days
ReplyDeleteTornadoes express nature's incredible power.
DeleteThe mustard yellow sky was evil looking. That story plays out every year in tornado alley. Great use of the words.
ReplyDeleteNone can ever forget Joplin, MO.
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ReplyDeleteThat is very powerful writing, Susan!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs, for you and those who face tornados!
Thank you, Rob. I lived in Illinois and watched those skies. Now I am in California.
DeleteGlad we don't get them around here, they are something to fear
ReplyDeleteTruly something to fear.
DeleteNothing scares me like the threat of tornadoes.
ReplyDeleteAs a child, tornadoes were fierce monsters that roared north of our farm.
DeleteDear Susan, you are a born storyteller. With a few words, you use your great talent to give us characters and plot and drama and suspense. Outstanding! Peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Dee. In the Kansas City area, you must have faced those storms.
DeleteThat is an amazing image, and the words made me shudder. Nature is indeed powerful. x
ReplyDeleteI've always had a healthy fear of tornadoes.
DeleteThe writing is good, it made me cringe. My husband has a really healthy fear of these storms and is very cautious with us. I laugh at him, but it's not a bad thing.
ReplyDeleteThunder and lightning storms were pretty common in our part of Illinois. But, go 15 miles north where the plain lands stretch out? Different story altogether.
DeleteWow. I so admire the use you make of the words that Delores teases us with. Some of us (me) play frivolous and trivial games, and you produce writing of power and depth. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThanks, EC! Sometimes my mind comes up with strange things. This time "mustard" headed me the serious road.
DeleteAn excellent story. I'm so glad I don't live in a tornado area.
ReplyDeleteYou and me both. I live near an earthquake fault. In our 25 years here, we have had only shakes.
DeleteWonderful piece Susan.
ReplyDeleteWe've never experienced a tornado this end of the globe... well, not that I know of...
I wonder? Do tornadoes occur down under?
DeleteHave seen some movies on it, but the actually experience of it must be totally shattering.
ReplyDeleteWell written.
I don't think anyone will ever forget the tornado that destroyed Joplin, MO. Or the ones that headed through Oklahoma this year.
DeleteWhen I lived in the Midwest, I remember watching one cross a field a couple miles away. It's a sight I won't ever forget.
ReplyDeleteNo, I don't imagine you will. Terrifying.
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