Tornado
whirling
hissing
windstorm
coming
sky
so crazy
green
blue
gray
white
wind is
screaming
tearing
leaves off
trees and
ripping up
the grass
then whistling
coming
high
hot
hissing
train whistle
harsh sound
ripping
black cloud
surging
picking
pieces
of earth
up and
throwing
them down
then it
passes away
rain pours
making
shaking
frightened
trees
close tight
driving
beating
it lulls
then rushes
again
struggles
to outdo
and pile
wreckage
higher
admits defeat
and ceases
quietly
the sun
walks out
and shines
upon a
ruined
scoured
world.
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(It's supposed to go back and forth, but I couldn't get the formatting to copy quite right. Oh well.)
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