The windows shook from the thunder,
the lightning flashed the with harsh words.
The air was thick and tight,
heavy was the midst that filled the house.
Trees seemed shaky and full of fear,
the animals were restless.
No, answers would come tonight,
just waiting for the tornado.
Her dark eyes stared cold,
while the trembles shook her solidity.
There was no control tonight,
no amount of strength could stop this one.
A ferocious unsettled brew lay waiting,
any moment ready to pound.
The rage of the twister could be felt,
but the gentle rain was deceiving.
She sat and stared at the deep black sky,
as it turned a shade of green.
Waiting she tried to calm herself,
waiting for the moment.
No forewarning, only trailing foreboding,
wincing in the moments, foreseeing the strike.
All she could do was stand,
embracing and anticipating, the squall.