F-5 Tornado

The warm temperature drops outdoors, And first drops of fresh rain sprinkle. The thunder claps right above me, As lightening is striking afar. Dust is blowing in the wind, Trees are bending fiercely, A train horn blares, As the core nears me. Then sudden silence, A calm reappears. Electrical fires start, For a moment one Thinks it’s over, Then it starts Again quickly. Passing by my Home taking My neighbors, Tin flying by, The tornado Fades, look At all the Damage. And I Am Uns c a t h e d. My poem is about Tornadic weather and evokes Water in, 'first drops of fresh rain sprinkle' Wind in, 'Trees are bending fiercely' Earth in 'Dust is blowing in the wind' Metal in 'Tin flying by' Fire in, 'Electrical fires start' Feeling in 'The warm temperature drops outdoors' Smell in 'First drops of fresh rain sprinkle' Taste in 'Dust is blowing in the wind' Sight in, Lightening is striking afar' Hearing in 'A train horn blares' _____________________________ Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's Five Senses / Five Elements contest.