Jade leaves rustle as a soft wind whispers,
then crescendos to a swift gust, while
an indigo sky shifts to sharp yellow-green.
Today, I failed to check the forecast,
but I remember my mother’s warning:
lime-hued heavens can only mean —
I glance overhead, as
inky cotton clouds form
into treacherously swirling twisters!
With winds whipping at my back,
I rush to shelter just in time
to weather another storm.