Fourth Grade: A Poem


In the fourth grade,

we learned about tornadoes.

We learned about the temperature dropping,

the calm before the storm,

the unpredictability.

Last night the sky was very dark,

and there were frequent,

impressive strokes of purple lightning,

that looked like someone had turned the sun on again,

reverting night back into day.

Last night the wind screamed,

brushing against the car,

where I sat and looked at the sky.

Last night,

I imagined the sirens going off,


leaving me with nowhere to go,


Last night my dreams were the same thing.

I knew it was there,

but everyone thought I was being paranoid.

They only evacuated at the very last minute.

Some ran,

some hid,

everyone was pulled up inside of the swirling winds.


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