The gust front swaggers in,
bankrolled like a Texas oilman,
inviting spring to the big crapshoot.
They smile at each other but neither
speaks the other’s language.
Someone's bound to lose.
Just like that
the tree’s pulled from
on the roof.
The dice are loaded,
and spring's rolled snake-eyes.
Image: Bridge Creek Oklahoma F5 tornado, May 3, 1999source link