Weather Report

I.

Torrential rains

pour through dilapidated 

unintended sky lights

The tornado warning sirens blare

Waters rise

and the Lifeboat we bought 

has floated away. 

The tornado missed the house…

or did it?

It’s over I say. 

Good-bye.

II.

The dream is different this time

instead the Sun casts streams of hope

through darkened skies, filled with ominous warnings

swirling madness, roaring trains 

barreling towards us

Inside I rush to save what I can,

disaster imminent.

The widows walk beckons

I have to witness

stormy Monday.

I lost everything 

but I didn’t lose me

III.

Freedom ride 

roaring over hills and valleys

early autumn in the air

the forecast calls for wicked weather

but I never dream the tornadoes take me.

Houses, trees, people I loved

the things I thought I could save

The sky always clears

And standing still, I remain.

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Written for EN 111 @ NMU, Fall Semester 2026