I feel the wind upon my face

The lush green grass all over the place

The trees are dancing like Southern Belles

I cannot decide if this is Heaven or Hell

A strike, a bang

A bright light I see

Watch Out! For that falling tree!

The wind doth howl

The fleeting yells

To those of us who know so well

The feel, the prudence, the common sense

“Tornado a comin, get in tha’ cellar”!