Wind/Storm

First,
there's an eerie proverbial
stillness
the calm-
followed by that spooky
greenish
cast
and then the gathering
of
clouds
a darkening-
an ominous swirling
hail
and the roar of a
devil
wind.
Finally,
rain
pelting
scattered, broken
heaps-
nothing
but debris.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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