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