Storm Warning by Rob Hood©6-22-08
A tornado warning has me alert.
I have fears that I'll be found
Lying in the dirt.
I'm on th 12th floor.
To escape would be
A major chore
I'm in a waiting room
With loads of windows
Near me provoking
My increasing gloom.
I don't want to be a victim.
I'm very fearful
Of the meterologist's dictum.
Fearfully I approach the exit door
as the sound of the storm
begins to roar!
Hail is falling all around.
Pieces of ice as big as
golf balls have hit the ground
Lightning flashes fill the sky
I doubt that when I reach my car
I'll be dry.
I'll be so thankful
if I make it home
I promise in a silent prayer
that I'll never roam.
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