All was quiet… caught in a trance

Then it was broken by a draught in the air

Trees swayed to and fro

and the townfolk were caught ensnared.

 

A cloud of silver swirled in the cerulean sky

Lights flashed, sirens wailed

the wind thrashed

items sailed

 

a twisting spiral threw a tantrum

destroying everything in its path

rising taller than a skyscraper

tearing up the footpath

 

the sky grew as black as coal

the clouds became grey like smoke

as the twisting spiral grew full

slowly becoming small

 

it shrunk leaving its mess behind

destroyed shrubs and grass

people huddling in shock

sighing that the storm had passed.