The sky is falling

Storming and squalling


The wind is whipping

And clouds are tripping


The trees are tumbling

Cars are bumbling


The power is stunning

Sending people running


Utility poles struck by lightning

The thunder's crash is frightening


Children start crying

Pets are shying


All the folks are hiding

Their time, biding


Hear the low whisper

''Here comes the twister."

This poem is about: 
Our world


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