I fight the darkening of the sky,the lowering of clouds,
the rising of fear.
Sometimes, a basement's available,
others - not on your life!
Tornado coming!!
Can hear it roaring in the distance -
don't see it, just hear it.
Like dreams of falling:
you know, when you hit the ground, you'll die?
That scares me the most: will
I wake up in time?
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman
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