High winds, slashing rain
trees bent in a bow to nature
tornado warnings abound


Heavy sulphuric air
fear prevails as whistles blow
a preview to Hells Fury


Heat of day,  then cold winds rush
forming ice in Spring, as rain pours
Dancing flower pots and hanging baskets
sirens racing up and down the streets
Hear the beat like a mad drummer cymbals crashing
Hail from Hell!

About lenwilliamscarver

A simple woman of simple means, walking a gravel road on my journey, made stronger by paths taken barefoot, pain endured, and revealed in these writings. Mistakes made some taught a lesson some lessons ignored, now learning to forgive myself.
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