Someone Else's Storm

Someone else's storm becomes
mine as I stare up into the crystal
perfection of azured skies --- my

heart breaks. Not because it's
nice here, and it is, but because
across areas of the Deep South,

others watch the roil of clouds
drop one tornado after another.
A high risk of more happening

before the day is over, continuing
through the night --- a chaser's
dream. Would much rather see

them in a large empty field instead
of in communities where people
live/work/play. The first images

from Yazoo City, Mississippi suck
tears from my eyes and prayers
from my soul --- here, the sun is

still shining, but for how long?
This is when I hate the weather,
when their storm becomes mine.

(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (4/24)