A Storm
A big dark cloud forms.
A sprinkle of rain trinkles down.
A cladder of thunder roars loud.
A streak of lighting scatters above.
That's the start of the storm.
The rain pours like it's from a bucket.
The thunder roars like a beat of a drum.
The lighting scatters like it's scared.
The wind soars like it's a bird.
It turned so many directions,
that a funnel soon occurred.
Twirling around and around.
Down the farm lands.
Hail a blazing left and right.
Tearing up jack as it goes.
An alarm sounds upsetting the town.
People panic all around.
The funnel is spotted due north.
Twirling its way toward town.
All of a sudden
the funnel disappears in mid air.
Everyone assumes that
it's going to drop down on the town.
Nothing happened.
It's all quiet.
A guardian angel must have
spreaded her wings
to safe the town.
That's the end of the storm.
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