It was a cold morning
I could see my breath
As the rain began pouring
The clouds black as death
My hairs standing on end
I saw the wind gusts roar
The trees began to bend
I dropped to the floor
Crawling towards the house
Screams in the distance
Inside my son and spouse
They need my assistance
Pulling myself together I run
Inside and up the stairs
Yelling for them to come
Their screams silenced by blares
Grasping another tight
Running to our protection
Hoping for a safe night
As it moves our direction
My heart beats through my chest
Pulling each other inside
Our underground shelter for rest
Closing the door with one stride
The sound of trees flying
The chills creep through the cracks
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