Vicious Season


Tornado season arrives to greet us,
Lost in thoughts of neon green.
Wind, rain and an eerie calmness,
Consumes our dark afternoon hour.
Content that I’m where I should be,
Mother Nature unleashes her power.
Siren blows, to the basement we go,
Relieved to know God’s protecting.
Stay calm, Big Brother is watching,
Our vicious and swirling Nebraska sky.
Three sisters grew up trusting him,
Today proves nothing has changed.
Fire Chief’s job begins, as we wait,
We love our big brother, please keep him safe.
I wrote this poem during my first weekend in Nebraska. Mid June weather at its finest, my friends. We’re all fine and the destruction was minor for my hometown. (Weeks earlier the destruction much more severe.) The clouds, however, unforgettable.


39 thoughts on “Vicious Season

  1. Thanks Aud. Just a simple correction we are spotters, not chasers. Being there to help is what we do. Your worst day, is our best day. Be safe everyone!


  2. Audith, loved that poem! And wow! Those clouds look…well, so neatio, but so deadly! It seems calm…for some strange reason. That would be a bit frightening, I think. Good think your brother knows what’s what, though!


  3. A tremendous cloud in that photo, very nice in showing that immense power of the storm. Your caring and worry over your big brother come right through in your touching poem. He must be a strong guy to have three sisters trust him. And you stay careful out there in those tornadoes, Dorothy 🙂


  4. Just had some wine, so Let me just get this out of my system…

    “Wow, Red, that just blew me away.”

    OK. Now. Sorry, but I had to. I just had to. 🙂

    I saw the sky turn green and purple and a mile-wide tornado passed overhead on it’s way to Xenia, OH, late one summer afternoon, where it touched down and went through a suburb like a lawnmower through a pile of leaves, then struck the center of town. A long time ago. Killed 35. It’s an awesome, terrible thing to see. I had to work on insurance fraud protection and spent the next two days there, jaw on the ground most of the time because of the utter destruction. But the most amazing sight was a whole row of 60-foot oak trees along a levee that had been plucked out of the ground like Vidalia onions by the wind and laid now in a neat row. The power it took to do that… And they still had all their leaves and branches intact, but roots were blown clean of dirt. You brought back some vivid memories.


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