Whispering Winds of the Prairie
by

Thomas

A story about What causes a tornado?
for your 5th Grader.

Soft morning light spilled over the prairie, where wildflowers danced in the breeze. The ranch sparkled with dewdrops, and the barn doors creaked open as the day began. Calamity Kate, always the first to greet the horses, felt a strange tingle in the air that morning.

Calamity Kate gently patted her favorite stallion, Sky Dancer, then noticed Blossom Sprout examining the wildflowers nearby. Though the breeze felt calm, they both could sense a sudden hush in the air, as if the wind was holding its breath.

The sky darkened, and a low rumble reached their ears. News came from the ranch radio: a tornado watch was in effect. Calamity Kate understood that tornadoes often formed when warm air from the Gulf of Mexico clashed with cooler air above. She explained this to Blossom Sprout, who listened with wide, curious eyes.

Unsure if the funnel would touch down, they made a plan. They would lead the horses to a sturdy part of the barn, ensuring feed and water were ready. Blossom Sprout, filled with enthusiasm, scurried to gather extra supplies. Soft whinnies echoed across the ranch, hinting at the animals’ unease.

Over by the fence, a nearby windmill squeaked and shuddered, spinning faster as the gusts grew stronger. Lightning flickered above the wide prairie, casting shadows across the wildflowers. The air felt charged with energy, each swirl of wind carrying a restless warning.

Blossom Sprout took one last look around the garden plot and spoke soothingly to the worried chickens. Meanwhile, Calamity Kate calmly guided Sky Dancer inside. She gently reminded Blossom Sprout to stay away from windows if the storm struck, and to find a secure place where walls were strong and safe.

The storm rolled in like a fierce wave of clouds. Thunder rattled the shingles, and an alert on the radio announced a tornado warning. Calamity Kate’s heart pounded, but she knew staying calm was the best way to keep others calm, too. She and Blossom Sprout crouched in the barn’s inner room, hoping the swirling funnel would not come their way.

As wind roared outside, they remembered one important tip: in a storm, gather supplies like blankets, water, and a battery-powered radio, then shelter as low in the building as possible. With the horses quietly huddled, each second seemed to stretch. The swirling funnel of clouds was out there somewhere, humming with power.