In The Alley

The sky shaded in
darkening hues of terror,
clouds swollen, pulsing

with malignancy.
The wind hushed, silent before
the chaos to come.

Red boxes issued;
radars crank up; weathermen,
too, on high alert,

matching the high risk,
dangerous situation
building overhead.

Spatterings of rain
do not cut humidity,
only enhance it;

lightning caresses
the darkness; thunder competes
with sirensong's pitch:

"Take cover! Twisters
have been sighted!" Storm chasers
converge with the storm -

should be used to this -
I'm not, I'm not! This is life,
down in the Alley.

(c) 2007, Revised, 2008, Karla Dorman.