A Collection of Poetry Book Three

Destruction

Mother Nature is yelling.

She’s yelling,

“Destruction is coming!

Destruction is coming!”

Then it’s quiet,

And the air is colder,

And the pressure drops.

You can smell the thunderstorm.

The wind begins to pick up,

And the rain begins to fall.

Within minutes it’s a downpour,

And that’s when you hear the hail hit the roof.

You can see it every time the lightening lights the sky.

The TV is on the weather,

And the sirens go off.

Take shelter, that’s what the weatherman says.

Mother Nature is again yelling,

“Destruction is coming!”

You take shelter and hear the wind howling outside.

Then you hear a train and you know that destruction has arrived.

Minutes pass, maybe hours,

And then there is silence.

You have to dig your way out of your house,

When you’re free you look around.

Destruction is all that can be found.

//Author's Note: Not my best but thanks for reading!//