REVISION: Life In The Alley

The skies shaded in
darkening hues of terror,
clouds swollen. Pulsing ...

the wind dies. All stilled
before the chaos arrives
(where are the birds???). Red

watch boxes issued;
radars crank up; weathermen
go on high alert,

matching the high risk,
dangerous situation
building overhead.

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

you can f e e l something
wicked this way comes. Sirens
wail warbeling tones;

chasers converge on
the storm; Civil Defense and
cities in the path

rise to the challenge.
This, just another day of
life in 'The Alley.'

(c) 2007, Revised, 2009, Karla Dorman