There's this whole visual sadness to the aftermath of tornadoes. Your brain can digest horrible visions of irreparable families & homes. Your soul can witness the morbidity of one hundred untimely deaths. You can hear the cries & even produce your own, yet you can only imagine the torment you cannot see. You see, this affliction rises from the pain of the affair. The heart of the matter. The eye of the storm. Which, as it turns out, is not very visual at all.
