A funnel cloud, bewitching yet foreboding,
Took its form in the center of a faultless town,
Almost as if it were waiting to show the townspeople its true force.
Every line is down; the power is out.
Childhood memories of adolescent slumber parties, sweet sixteen’s and first cars, clumsy kisses,
All destroyed.
A small girl treks through the streets of rubble, aimlessly searching for what she’s lost
Due to the detrimental cyclone that lasted a mere 14 minutes.
We lost everything – superfluous objects.
We gained everything – fellowship.
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