Twister

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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