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Harsh weather ascends upon the land |
The thunder booms The lightning zooms The siren gives its dreadful cry The funnel descends from the sky It hits the ground with a powerful fist Around and round its winds twist Out of control like an angry bull Nothing ever more powerful Not a devil of dust But an ominous gust The land, it starts to brutally tear The hills, down they start to wear Path of destruction, it leaves behind Anything still standing is hard to find All the animals run and hide As it ravages the country side Faster and faster it begins to spin Casting upon the land a dreadful sin Driven to permanently leave its mark As it swirls around through the dark Left behind, a hideous scar Stretches long from near to far People abandon their homes as it grows near They shake and quiver, full of fear It rips up the beans, the spinach, the corn The world belongs to this demon to scorn No signs of when its rampage will end The land will need a lot to mend Bringing upon a windy nightmare Leaving structures beyond repair Ripping up houses, tossing cars Their owners watch in horror from afar In distress and filled with sorrow Will they ever see tomorrow? Then finally, ascends, this beast of war Gone from the land, to do damage no more |