“Look over there! Across the lake! ” br br White cap dust clouds br And bellowing wind br as bullets, br Graze skin and br sand castle lawns. br br Out of the water br People are running, br Dripping wet suits br And hail stricken cars. br br Me on the beach, br Her side by side br Distraught disbelief br At wind funnel formation. br br A mile away br It's wave riding br movement br feverishly flying br As a chariot of Poseidon br br All energy and air br water and wind br Sucked as a vacuum br in northward direction. br br Loud bursts of lightning, br And deafening gusts, br sound as an air engine br Upon stall fire crashing. br br I rub my eyes br Making sure that I’m here. br A tornado finds home br in Central New York. br br 'It's Global warm weather' br my hippie love's saying br Strange days and fiction br with br Nodding agreement. br br Then br br As soon as it came br Disapearing br as quickly br sun breaks through clouds br and relief laden breathing. br br If Dorothy were here br the witch would be dead br followed by munchkins br and beautiful scenery. br br One things for certain br it's never occurred, br that I've seen a tornado br in Central New York. br br Strange days indeed br and wondering br bemusement br funnel wind cycles br are for Kansas br no more.