Word dump writing attempt, prompt – WordPress Daily Prompt – Funnel
Music of choice: Artist – Balmorhea – no specific song or album, just listening to them on Spotify.
I’m from tornado country.
When I was growing up it would rain all winter, cold shocking rain that pierced your skin when it hit. When spring came the rain didn’t stop, it just warmed up but brought with it heavy downpours and storms.
Try explaining tornado sirens aka repurposed air raid sirens to people who have never had to worry about them before.
Or why the yellow sky sets me on edge.
But the purpling blue cloud of a man descending on our skyline doesn’t.
People seem to forget how quiet it is …
Right before the storm.
That’s not a saying just because, it’s true.
The birds know.
When that funnel hits the ground …
They’ve been telling you.
It’s the same with all disasters, earthquakes …
Almost with human made ones too.
The silence almost always precedes it.
Hits to the gut, the legs, the back …
There was always unimaginable noise
Yelling, screaming …
Or at least a call for it, “shut up!”
The universe begs us to be quiet.
There will be plenty of noise when that funnel cloud hits the ground.
It sounds like a freight train, rumbling everything around.
Walls start crumbling …
When I was in school they pretended that having us sit in the hall with our heads covered and our asses in the air would protect us.
It’s ironic that it’s almost the same position you end up in when life’s noise becomes too much.
On the ground.
Hands over your head.
After all, your most precious commodity is your brain.
You can break your spine,
Lose your legs,
Never walk again.
But as long as you can still think,
As long as you can still reach for that silence.
My 10 minutes are up.
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