When stormclouds poke their heads overthe horizon, a strange phenomenon occurs:
a Chaser Convergence. Eyes glued to the
latest severe weather outlooks and radar
screens, they chirp excitedly over the
possibility it could happen, making locals
nervous with talk of baseballs and tornadic
hooks. They flock together on the roads
crisscrossing the plains; you can tell them
by their hail-dented plumage. And there
they sit, biding their time, waiting for just
the right moment to take wing after the
perfect storm. Don't mind seeing them,
just don't want to see them in my backyard!
(c) 2009, Karla Dorman
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