It came upon with disregarded warning,
a tornado with a 12 month notice.
Something of this caliber was unheard of in this region.
But we trusted our resources, what we already had.
“These buildings were built with strong enough bricks!
Surely they’ll protect us through those harsh and violent winds.
Extra precautions would be asinine!”
The Mayor announced.
A second of hesitation befell our community,
but was hastily cast aside.
We decided to trust the Mayor’s confidence,
and dismissed any attempted precaution.
I stood behind the crowd.
Keeping my doubts,
locked in my mind,
I slowly evacuated the area.
Sure enough, the skies twisted,
the winds twirled,
our city proved to be merely a town.
With a deafening rattle,
rooftops were rumbling,
carpets were tumbling;
But as quick as it was,
a trail of destruction left in broad daylight!
Quite a while later I returned.
I walked through the ruins.
Scattered remains of
what I once called home.
Not a single person was in sight.
But my worries disappeared as
I saw the last dandelion,
in a massacre of shattered memories.
I plucked it and sighed.