After the Tornado, I dreamt of seeing a bear in the clouds. It was just a cloud really. and my mind made it into a bear. white . Fluffy. harmless. Its mouth opened to show its round comical teeth and the wind distorted it and warped its vapor head like milk in water.
The sky grew dark around it. And it started to suck in all the light and debris and air in the area. Something bellowed out like an ocean wave. It was an inescapable sound. It filled my ears and rattled my teeth. The now blacked cloud kodiak started was being sucked into the vortex he created, widely tumbling down to the earth. It picked up speed and spiraled, turning into a sandy brown. It drilled into the earth wildly. rippng up trees and road signs.
"Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaim." It roared.
I wondered if that's what that tornado came to do in April. There is lots of blood in this soil. I wondered if it just took it all home.
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