“A Storm is Brewing”
Look at the sky
You can see it with the naked eye
Gray clouds spinning, churning, getting ready–
Look out! Heavy rain starts, take cover, Aunt Betty!
It’s coming closer; you can hear the tornado’s roar.
Getting up speed, throwing things, ready to score.
Winds whipping, round, and round.
Destroying things; making a big mess on the ground.
Businesses, houses, homes destroyed,
People cry, their fears employed.
When the tornado has a stomach full
It disappears quickly, as if were chased by a bull.
Devastation of this and all that
Children have lost their dogs and cats.
Homes flattened to a pile of sticks
The tornado’s are bad—sure did their tricks.
Watch them clouds for an abrupt change
Get ready for life to be rearranged.
By Mother Nature and her fun
Get shelter, better hide–better run.
Her power is worse than a gun
She picks on everything for fun.
For us, it is not to ask why;
As she ascends back into the sky.
Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter) 
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