The storm was a violent fight for
superiority. Nature versus Man. Wind and rain versus dirt and fire. The wind
raged against the buildings, ripping the roofs off homes and shelters. The rain
pummeled the ground, bridges giving way to the floods. Electrical lines were
pulled to the ground starting fires in the grass that was seeing rain for the
first time in weeks. The people raced for shelter, a basement, a ditch, a brick
building that had been designated safe for this purpose. Some never made it, their
vehicles picked up and tossed around like a feather in a pillow fight. Those
who did find a safe haven huddled together trying to find comfort in those
around them, and desperately hoping their loved ones have made it as well.
When the wind dies down and the
rain slows to a drizzle the sirens sound the all clear and people try to make
it to their homes, or what is left of their homes. It is crazy how the tornado
seemed to pick and choose which buildings and trees to decimate. One house
standing tall and unharmed, while the next is in ruins. The neighbor’s car is
in the tree down the block. A bicycle somehow found its way on to the roof.
There was no doubt who the winner
was in this war. Nature always wins.
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