Thunder is
heard in the distance
Dark clouds
are rolling in
Outside has
become as dark as night
Streaks of
lightning are illuminating within.
The shape
of a funnel can be seen
Like a
dancer, it tip-toes to the ground
Then
pirouettes across the landscape
Making its
way towards a town.
The sound
of the wind is deafening
It
resembles that of a train
This
tornado is doing a beautiful ballet
Drenching
the earth with torrents of rain.
It touches
the ground and then moves on
Destruction
it leaves in its wake
Inching its
way across the land
Whatever it
wants it takes.
Debris is
swirling through the air
As it
gracefully does its dance
Continuing
to twist and turn around
Like a
steed, it starts to prance.
Just as
quickly as it took shape
It
dissipates into thin air
Becoming a
part of the darkened sky
But I
continue to watch and stare.
The
surrounding land looks desolate
Deep gouges
are here and there
Leaving its
calling card for all to see
A thickness
permeates the air.
The smell
of dirt fills my nostrils
As the
storm is now moving on
I glance
quickly over my shoulder
To see the
brightness of the dawn.
Different
colors are now on the horizon
The arch of
a rainbow can be seen
In the
distance I see activity
The people
are starting to convene.
The tornado
left death and destruction
But we
people have a resolve
We’ll pick
up the pieces and continue on
Learning
from this, we will evolve.
