Sunny, started out.
Darkened, I smartly shout,
“Hail, all ye who are gathered,
Wild clouds may turn to twister!
Swift! Seek shelter!
Be not victims of Joplin-like disaster!”
But nay, the herd of clouds, corralled,
Ascended, lariated, and squalled.
Then, blown windswept by nature’s valve, dissolved.
We breathed reliefs…
I’m linking up to ABC Wednesday.