Here I sit on my bunk
Watching the wall of the cloud
Hail the size of softballs pounding
On the roof of my truck
Five hundred feet ahead of me
I see the funnel touch the ground
Leaving a trail of destruction
And I am almost scared to death
Soon the funnel passes
And the sun is out and shining
If you couldn’t see the trail of destruction
You would swear it was just a bad dream
Have to start the truck
Load to deliver
Must get on down the road
But wait till I finish this shiver-r-r-r-r-r.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Why don't you come on home? The weather is a bit more predicatable here, but no promises........lol, we may get another "once in five year winter storms" tonight........
The weather where you are and where you have been doesn't seem to agree with you.
~W~
Cheers,
Dan
Regis