the storm was not satisfied yet

The storm sneaked into the valley She had no forethought of what she might do But the more she thought about the town And what they had done to her trees The angrier she became These morons had cut down almost every tree around her meadow There was no windbreak, so she figured they deserved an EF5 She came in quietly, just a little wind at first. By noon the clothes were blowing off the clotheslines The chairs were blown off of their porches She had worked herself into a frenzy Before she was finished there were twelve hundred dead That should have satisfied her, but she was getting a taste for blood This full blown tornado approached the next town, laughing in thunder.