FINGER OF GOD
It’s Monday the 3rd of May 1999, as the rumbling clouds in the distance take over the skies of spring;
My beautiful Wife is making dinner in the kitchen, whilst I push our Daughter on her garden swing.
The skies start to get darker, my Wife calls through the kitchen window “dinners ready”, just as dark clouds block out the suns array;
We sit at the table watching our T.V, as a news report announces “residents of Bridge Creek be aware as a violent storm is heading your way”.
My Wife and Daughter are so excited, as our little town got a mention on the news;
But my worrying frown stops them laughing, as my precious family are too special to lose.
We all look through the kitchen window, the skies are rumbling as rain and lumps of hail have already started falling;
The news report in the background, has just issued our town with a severe tornado warning.
Now my Wife is looking petrified, and my young Daughter starts to cry;
I walk into my front garden, as the darkness has now completely engulfed our sky.
As I scan the horizon I have to look twice, as I cannot believe just what I see;
The clouds in the distance are rotating, as its movement nearly hypnotizes me.
I watch on as the rotating cloud twists it way slowly down to the ground;
Silence fell across the fields, until my heart skips a beat, as I hear our town’s tornado sirens sound.
I sprint back into our house, pick up my crying Daughter and hold my Wife’s hand;
As we run across the garden to the storm shelter, my Wife screams “what is going on, I really don’t understand”.
The winds make me struggle to open the door to our shelter, as we turn around to a monstrous twisting cloud heading our way;
My young family falls into safety, as the roaring finger of god starts blinding out the day.
The wind pulls me away from the door, as my Wife screams from the depths with worry;
I can feel the huge twisting cloud over me, whilst my Wife is crying out “DARLING WHERE ARE YOU, PLEASE HURRY”.
I try crawling back towards my love, the vortex drags me back, as I scream “BABY, PLEASE JUST CLOSE THE DOOR”;
Tears are flowing from my eyes, as the twisting cloud rips my body from the floor.
I hear my Wife and Daughter screaming, begging, and echoing into the clouds as they cry;
The dark winds are on top of me now, as they lift me high into the sky.
My soul stays up in the clouds, as I watch my body drop like a falling angel back to the ground;
Heaven is a lonely place, and silence is the only sound.
BARRY MOWLES ©2011