The rain starts coming down really fast
Wind starts to pick up
Along comes the hail
A siren starts to go off
You hear screaming
See people running to take cover
Then you spot it
A tornado has hit
You run to seek cover
There’s no where to hide
A gust of wind picks you up
Your air born
As the storm ends your laying on the ground
Motionless
All alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem