The sky turned a sick green. A twister filled the country horizon barreling toward the farmhouse, the epitome of a prairie paradise. Windows fractured from the pressure differential in the storm. Vera grabbed her little one and ran for the storm shelter as the twister ripped up trees and spat them out like used toothpicks . She sheltered there while the storm raged.
When storm was over, Vera opened the cellar doors to clear, blue skies. The old barn was roughed up and there was a tree on top of the van, but a rainbow smiled down on the farmhouse.