On the Horizon a Puff of White

On the horizon a puff of cloud
Appears to grow from nothing.
It's fluffy whiteness slowly deepens
To a grayish blue as it pulls
The moisture into
Its blossom.
Suddenly, a slender bolt
Dashes to the ground
And the low
Vibration
Rolls across the prairie until
The panes in the windows
Lightly rattle.
A gentle breeze begins to stir
The grass and bend it
Lightly toward the
Approaching
Cloud.
It is growing higher, and wider
And imperceptibly a
Dim curtain
Appears
Below.
It is the rain beginning to reach
From the expanding mass
That blots the sky
In the
West.
The grays turn to blues with an
Occasional streak of white
That takes on a greenish
Tint as the storm
Swells across
The sky
Until it stretches across the horizon
And the whispy edges begin
To pass overhead
And blot the
Last rays
Of Sun.
The wind is now gusting and changing
Directions continually until
It suddenly ceases
In eerie silence
And the low
Warble of
Sirens
Is heard in the distance warning all
To take shelter because
A possible tornado
Has been sighted
Somewhere
Within.
And the hail begins to fall at intervals
Until a low roar like an approaching
Train begins to grow louder
And louder as though
The train is coming
Right at me and
I know that it
Is time to run
Into the house
And into the
Basement
And wait
Until it
Passes
On,
On,
On,
O............