When the tornado warning alarms went off, two young men, brothers, spurned the basement in favor of watching the storm. Dark and roiling clouds obliterated the sky, but on land they found mostly wind. There wasn’t much to see.
“Hey look. Doesn’t that cloud remind you of someone?”
“Yeah, it’s just like what mom’s face would look like if she knew we were out here.”
“That one looks like a horse.” The younger of the two pointed to the sky.
“Over there kind of looks like a funnel.”
“A funnel? Where? Uh-oh.”
Photo copyright Kelly Sands according to Rochelle.
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