It moved from the southwest, in rapid gusts and shrieks, rain blistered down, kept the eyes from seeing, but the ears still heard the structure groan and the fail of the two-by's, as it peeled the top up and back and laid it over from stem to stern.
The roof broke like twigs of fire starter, snapping loudly, and vying with the shattered sounds of the tin, exposing the underside, making it all in upheaval, ripping the doors from its face, and losing its soul to disappear in the clouds.
All in less time than it took to read or be read, the day the clouds poured in, the sky darkened, the wind let out its unholy breath, and took the spirit away.
Ralph E Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Mtn View, Oklahoma
Capturing The Dust
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