Gray clouds muster enough...
Whispering winds erupt, it's
Guff!
Roofs removed and cars knocked
About, here or there! ...
Twisters ramp up Their tempers
And insist Their ways, of airs!
Tornado's dart in and about, everywhere
As People's populations pray as not a
Prayer?
People huddled tightest storm shelters...
To each other, sweating sweat's,
Worrying, spreading's falling, helter
pelter?
Look up to God, for His sparing...
Thank God to All, each other
Staring, and woeful, caring!
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