I heard the sirens sound
As I drove to work today.
It’s June,
Tornado season’s end,
But not too late
For one of Nature’s
I-scream cones
To bend our way.
Weather here
Is often harsh
With searing heat,
Bitter cold, dust, hail,
Sleet; but this
Terrible twisting
Tower of fate
Tops the list;
And no one wants
To be around
When a tornado
Hits the ground.
