Who knew I would become the
StormSpinner.  Bad clouds used
to thunder me out of bed with their
vivid flashes of lightning prophesying
my imminent doom.

Wanted to be a meteorologist
but fear of storms drove me down
the basement every time it rained---
some brave weatherman I'd turn out to
be.  Forecast:  Panic!!   

One blizzard, two indirect strikes
from lightning, three (or was it four?)
floods and remnants of a Category Five
Camille later, joined the service, moved to:
Tornado Alley.

And it's lived up to its name:  six,
now.  All have been weak, but when
the roof goes, does strength matter??
Once it's gone, puppy's gone.  Don't have to
chase:  the storms find me.

A day of disaster was my salvation:
from ashy, tear-stained skies, poetry
began to fall:  no shelter to hide within.
All I had: four walls of words and pictures
to help me survive.

Have been spinning storms, since.  I
stall their forward progress one stanza,
one image at a time:  attempting to give the
extended to end the terror, once and for all---
you're reading it now. 

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (8/27)

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFdrNQ5vOgE 

One of my sunset images is on www.spaceweather.com
(August 27, 2008 page), under "Volcanic Sunsets" !!!!

Look for it ... thanks.  =]