They say it was a supercell.
It hovered over us and showed no signs of moving on. When the rain hit, it was like it came down
in surround-sound. It was
deafening. Then came the wind. It was God’s own breath, and it shook the earth
and scared the trees.
We were like ants, and little Johnny was pointing a leaf
blower directly at us, testing our doors and windows. Our flower bed never stood a chance. Heads of Carnations took flight and were
suddenly gone. Grains of sand blinded
the Iris and the Pansy’s didn’t even try to hang on.
Out in the street, rivers rushed along the curbs, carrying
various wrappers, plastic bottles, and one crayon portrait of a family that had
been destined for the front of a refrigerator.
Signed by
Suzie M.
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