Prelude to a storm of haiku

You decide which storm story I will feature in a sequence of haiku, I am going to write about one of these true experiences.


1) The tale of getting lost and spending a night in a GMC Van, in a small mountain range outside of San Antonio Texas, when a flash flood resulted from a tornado passing over. I was with my baby daughter and former husband who had never gotten lost before in his life. This is called saving up all your directional karma for the Big Wrong Turn.

2) My escape from an arson fire, when living in a third floor walk up in Berkeley, Ca. The arsonist threw gasoline on a roll of linoleum he found in the haunted basement, and lit it on fire. It was rumored he harbored post rent control resentment towards the slumlord. I might also add that there were three musicians (each with a piano) on that third floor and a gorgeous little dancer that used to float up the stairs with a ten pound bag of basamati rice on her head. This is not the way I ascended the stairs but this is an irrelevant detail since the tale is about the harrowing descent.

3) The time I was listening to Debussy's La Mer during a rainstorm on my car radio, and got hit by an SUV pulling a horse trailor filled with lumber. I wasn't looking in my rear view mirror and didn't realize the ka-pow that was coming as the driver had never driven a heavy load before and couldn't stop at the light. My car "flew" as it were...