Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee
My eyes snap open. It's dark in here.
What's that sound? Storm clouds are near.
It's loud and eerie, fear motivates my ass.
I'm leary as I get up to go look out the glass.
I see a huge twister, off in the distance,
as pieces of debree are swirling around.
It picks up a cistern, and in an instance,
metal and water come crashing down.
I watch for a minute to see which
direction this funnel of destruction
will plot it's course.
I watch as a barn house is gone in
an instant, shredding the structure
with such mighty force.
My heart starts to pound, increasing
in rythm, as the panic and fear starts
to surface in me.
The deafening sound of the rain and
the wind, as the twister comes closer
but there's no where to flee.
I scramble around, but you wouldn't
hear a sound over howling high winds
and the torrential rain.
My possessions surround me, but
what can be found, to protect me
from loss when there's nothing to gain.
The twister is closer, the sound and
the force are pushing against the
limits of man.
Gotta keep my composure. I can
survive, but of course I need to come
up with a plan.
There's no basement, no where to go,
as a sudden realization overcomes
The only logical thing I can think of,
retreat to the closet with the mattress
from the bed.
I pushed and I shoved, as my maxed out
adrenalin gave me the strength needed,
to get the mattress in place.
I heard from above, the crackle of lightning,
as the glass from the windows explode
towards my face.
I closed the door to darkness as the
screaming wind is all I can hear.
Sounds off in the background of
Destruction, as my death draws near.
I close my eyes and pray to God, 'Please
make this twister go away!'
But all I hear and feel is the carnage from
nature's most powerful force on display.
I hold my hands over my overwhelmed
ears because it sounds like the whole
world is being flipped upside down.
I keep on praying, hoping that God will
hear, and spare my life, and spare
The roof is shaking, more windows
breaking, if I'm not mistaken,
I hear the horn from the car.
How much more can this little house
take before the walls are ripped
right from the floor.
Then just as suddenly as the twister
became, it changed it's direction as
the winds came undone.
The torrents of rain, became droplets,
tame, by the unseen hand of The One.
The sun came out, and the gap in the
door frame, lit up like a spotlight,
as the daylight returned.
I gleefully shouted, 'Thank you, Oh Lord,
for this lesson that I have so
In spite of all the things we put our time
and our faith into. None of it can save us,
I think it's kinda odd.
Tonight, let's be thankful for the things
that are proof, of His wonderful
attributes, and put Our Faith In God.
Written by: Michael Taylor
September 5th. 2021 ©
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