We watched the storm march up the valley,
warm south winds pushing against
colder winds from the west.
Television alerts mapped where winds met
and dipped into true tornado form,
measuring in minutes
who should take cover as
anvils swirled under dark clouds and
hand-sized hailstones fell.
We stood away from the windows.
I thought how thin these trailer walls are,
how quickly the storm moves.
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