It began normal enough. Everything was the same. Everything was there. The winds came. Windy Windy Blow Blow It rained a little. My umbrella was useless. Windy Windy Blow Blow There were sirens in the air. Class was cancelled. I went to my apartment. Too much wind then. It messed up my hair. That windy brother of mine. He was violent and angry. Windy Windy Blow Blow A tornado came to visit. Came right over my head. Windy Windy Windy Blow Blow Blow I was afraid. The power was gone. I hid from the tornado. Windy Windy Windy Blow Blow Blow Part of my window vanished right before my eyes. There was a roar. There was a trembling. Windy Windy Windy Blow Blow The worse was over, for now. I ventured outside. The people in my complex survived. Their cars...not so much. A tree through one apartment a branch through the car. My car, Windrider, all the windows gone except the windshield. Windy Blow Beyond my apartment Everything is gone.
On April 27, 2011, there was a large tornado that tore through Tuscaloosa. I wrote some poetry about my experience and made it into a small booklet. One thing I remember from that day was how strong the wind blew. I couldn't use my umbrella.