Night. Rain, and the roarof thunder concealed
the monster lurking
in the clouds - never
heard it until the
sirens began to
wail - by then, it was
too late to sound the
warning. The funnel
formed on top of us,
peeling back the roof
of the apartment
complex I live in ...
severe weather can
happen any time:
from experience,
I know. This was my
third, the scariest,
the closest one. My
apartment took two
month to repair. Been
in two, since then - yep:
five. It's no wonder
I don't feel safe when
bad storms come this way!
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman.
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