The wind brought in the pungent smell of newly cut grass.
The day was hot and the water filled the air like a drink no ones ever had.
A feeling of intensity somehow lingered upon our agenda
A focus was taken by the news and loud unsettling within us.
A start to this summer was no normal it was not even close.
Fun was without and our maturity level was setting post.
The house we had would not withstand what this man said was to be.
So we hightailed to higher ground to a rock fortress her and me.
The place we had gone from then to a now was a place of family that were to attend.
As we arrived a meeting from us to their three happened like times in past had been.
A decision to take cover from this force fixing to bear down was made.
So we closed in our five with blankets and quilts in a dark closet we laid.
After minutes of closed in space and the repetitive Lords Prayer our only words to say.
My father announced his presence to us and with that a new plan for us to be saved.
Once a visual of this storm was had and never to be lost within any of our memories.
The plan became to live and to get there only seconds as God let our plan take centuries.
No one to describe the length of time that passed so slowly that day.
If they could it would be with pauses as the memory flashes in and out to stay.
Our survival happened and lucky isn't a way to describe.
A father 4 cousins an Aunt and God's presence helped a planned trip arrive.
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