Note I lived through the May 3rd 1999 tornados in Oklahoma. I almost drove right into the storm.
Sounds of a train fill my ears, no tracks are near.
The rain lashes the window, the walls appear to breath.
Shelter is needed, but it is too late, the storm is here.
A closet will have to do as the sounds of the train roar through.
Things rattle and shake, you’d think it was a quake.
The hail pelts the windows, as I shiver in place.
Crashing and smashing is heard.
Will I have a home, flashes through my mind.
The train departs roaring away towards others in it’s path.
Shaken and stirred I emerge, alive but terrified of what the light will bring.