Grey, green, black, blue. Something borrowed and new.

The wind is stirring in the air, How fair!

Clouds are churning, destruction is in brew.

The people are scattering, far in air.

Thunder, Lightning. Thunder,Lightning. Have fear!

The sound is like lotus raging, burning.

I feel the rain as it drops far and near.

The wind is a buzz. Quietly churning.

The mother of all nature, has gone

the storm moves loudly like swarming locust.

All that is left is the grass under swan.

I readjust my lense to fix focus.

I am the storm, of all the children's dreams

Here comes the tornado! Watch, Listen, Scream!