The sky begins to turn black,

The thunder rolls on,

The winds pick up,

And the storm moves in.

The grass sways and stirs,

The animals grow wary.

The storm has arrived,

With a swirl and twirl the winds whirl

In a ferocious cycle, the vortex has formed.

Destroying everything in sight with no remorse

The storm rolls on with eyes on course.

It violently thrusts cars, and cows; everything into the air

with ease so twisted and warped

The land flattened

The storm looks back

it sees the damage it has done

It's anger and rage regretted

nothing can change the pain it once fretted



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