Twister

The sun bleeds in the twilight.
Smoke rises in the distance like a mighty wave.
The wind buzzes in my ear.
Terror sweeps the prairie.
Thunder bellows.
Raindrops plunge from the sky.
Yelling. Screaming.
Run, damn it. Run!
The clouds swallow the sky whole,
Putting the sun is out of its misery.
A funnel descends out of the sky.
An angel turned mad.
It expands, eating the land.
Tossing objects.
Sucking the ground dry.
Barren.
It glares down upon me.
I’m running,
But it’s too late.
I’m destined to be
Dismantled by the wind.