A Gust of Clarity

Oh dear. My ears gave a sudden twitch, and that was when I realized—I could actually move. There was a tremendous roar outside, swirling debris everywhere, and a giant dark funnel looming across the yard! Right in the middle of our porch sat a cheerful pink plush, utterly unfazed by the storm. I cautiously leaned forward against the rushing wind, grabbed the wooden railing post with both hands to steady myself, and nudged a stray bit of blown cardboard behind the entryway pillar so things wouldn't stay quite so untidy.