More poems for Express It In Eight.
The storm chaser rides the plains,
on the trail of the big one,
he scans the radar plots,
alert to the swirl of circulating air,
the seed of the tornado,
feeding on the adrenaline
driven through his being
by the tempest.
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For Express It In Eight, February 07 2021
Prompt: Photograph of approaching storm.