Downdraft. Gusts of omen / funnel down and flatten / fields, biting at roofs / flipping shingles.
Anvil. The storm spreads, pushes / at the top of the world / fuelled by frigid air funnelled up the centre.
Pellets score across dimpled roofs / and metal jamming troughs / leaving runoff to spit and gurgle over the edge.
Cumulonimbus. Squall shears fields / silos ripe with grain / buckshot spray of ice on tin.
Funnel. Wind warning winding the wagging / tail sweeping back and forth / a horse whip churning the late afternoon.
Thick summer rain rolls over / afternoon’s back flashes steam / surface hot with sticky tar.
Skull split pressure drop draws / skies open cloud bottoms bubble up / sagging quilted mammatus pillows.
© SF Jones, 2016
A compilation of one week of micropoetry Tweets.