It was April fools eve. No sirens. Pure silence. There has always been something miraculously healing when it storms in TN. Around here we like to dance in the rain and watch the clouds create a masterpiece in the sky. When the weather man tells us to watch out for a tornado we laugh and carry on. This time it wasn’t funny. This time it was devastating. Turning lives upside down. Dear tornado, we will turn it right side up. One beautiful broken piece at a time.
This is such a strong poem, I love how it builds to that end, “Dear tornado, we will turn it right side up. One beautiful broken piece at a time.”