All day it can be
Hot and close,
Still as a dragonfly on a leaf--
But when cool meets hot,
It may create a dangerous rotation.
If there's one house for fifty miles,
The funnel will find it.
Forget the casserole--
Run for your life.
But even as the hail comes down
As if God were an angry girlfriend pitching somebody's stuff out the window,
The storm is a fine and transfixing thing.
When you pull on the door and it won't open,
Neither will it stay closed.
When your hair stands up,
When the world goes tilt,
When you could come out shining like some lucky angel
Or turn up dead in the next county,
Well then you know you've been kissed.
Then you know
This was not to be missed.
Summertime and the livin' is easy.
The air is clear, and you know
Tornado Alley is a fine place
To fall in love.