Silently, I waited
Amidst the grass clippings and the dandelions.
The warm summer air tasted sweet
As it rushed through my nostrils and filled my lungs.

An empty and forgotten darkness
Was a blanket
Safeguarding each home on the street.

A faint beacon of light
Emerged from across the road,
Breaking the darkness like lightning in a storm.

A deep and incessant rumble
Grew into a roar,
And while at first only the grass trembled in fear,
The pavement now shook violently
Beneath my feet.

Tumbling winds lifted the delicate white tufts
Into the air.
A twirling and swirling snow storm
Of dandelion seed.

My muscles tensed
In anticipation for what was to happen
And what was happening.

The house across the street
Broke free from the mortar
That bound it to earth.
Sparks danced,
Shards of glass glimmered,
The cottage levitated.

The foreigners
Were returning
Home.