The earths’ parched lips gasped for refreshment.  A drop of water to save its barren surface.

When the skies finally darkened, the world reached up to receive it.  Leaves curving up toward the sky. Cracked blades of grass stirred in the gentle wind. Soothing drops fell. One. Two. Three.  Soaking into the landscape, welcomed, invited.

Unbidden it turned. Pouring down so fast the world could not receive.

The winds whipped up tearing the fragile world.

Shattering dry, fragile limbs of trees.

Stirring up the dusty remains of the dry earth, spreading it far.

Devastation.

Tornado.

Mother Nature can be cruel.

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