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mothers revenge The wind blows across the windowsill Brushing the tree limbs across the glass There is a storm coming soon And it will not be the last It starts to drizzle…. Breaking off into a mist Its the eye of the storm that hasn't hit Now the mist turns to bullets Knocking on the windows and roof Winds are at 80 The clouds are making it shady Over the city to be doomed Lightning strikes The tree Near the ditch Gulping it in flames Only to hit The house next store Where a lady was sick But the rain saved it Extinguishing the flames The thunder growled Shaking pictures off the walls Now the power is out Lines are down The only thing to do is sit in this darkness Winds grew stronger Everything stopped The sun came out Everything was calm 5 minutes later time stopped Heavy rain, roaring thunder Lightning strikes made everyone wonder They sounded the siren Everyone panicked Running to their basements closets and attics 1 minute 20 seconds later The angry Mother Nature came tumbling after Tornado…what was feared What took minutes Destroyed what took years Priceless possessions, thrown miles away Mother nature making the town her prey For she has won this battle now she can rest |
Additional Notes:
mother nature has created this world and this shows that she can destroy it as east as she made it.
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