The Volcano and The Ice Age). It was the illustration for March.
I am reminded, in looking at it today, of a dream I had when I lived in Kansas. It was years before I drew the original, but was of a cluster of three tornadoes crossing by the baseball field of my elementary school in Denver. It was garishly sunshiny in the dream as I recall. I awoke from it in the morning and my wife, Christine, shared with me her dream of multiple tornadoes. When we turned on the news later in the day, we were somberly informed that a nearby city in Nebraska had suffered damage due to multiple tornadoes during the night.