The Storm

The storm roaring,    
Destruction wherever it goes.    
Sound getting louder and louder,  
Trees fall, I’m praying.

Praying I'm not the next victim to the storm,
I hear screams as the storm rages,
Later into the night it gets dimmer and dimmer.

Suddenly, CRACK! A tree falls across the lawn!   
The wind picks up, I see a rotating cloud coming!   
It’s heading straight towards me!
Mum tells me to hide under my bed.

I get up from under my bed,
The house is gone, my mum as well.
I freeze up and start crying,
All of a sudden I feel my mum behind me.

The storm moving from town to town,   
Destruction, hearts broken, and death.  
Followed the storm like a bad smell,   
One that will never disappear.