The weatherman said there’s a storm coming.
The animals they quit humming.
All is quiet as the storm approaches.
The sky darkens,
As the rain pours down.
The wind picks up,
And I begin to shiver.
Then God’s hand reaches down,
I see destruction approaching.
The weatherman says there’s a tornado coming.
Brick by brick,
Board by board,
Homes are destroyed.
The wind knocks you over
The trees begin to stir.
The tornado leaves destruction in its path.
Lives are lost,
Homes are gone.
The last thing I see on the horizon
Is a tornado dying.
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A Collection of Poetry Book Three
PoetryContains poems, most of which will be highly personal. It will also include poetry about experiences and ideals. Will contain 100 poems when finished. {Poetry / Short Story}
