Comments about Kasondra Sytnik
The Storm Line
The storm comes up roaring with it's wind,
Hide for cover under the trees.
Watch the cars in the storm spin,
Run for help for the people how have needs.
Watch the storm tear through homes,
People separated by the storm.
The storm does not stop for domes,
The wreckage of the horrible storm.
Wood everywhere from houses in the path,
Watching the tornado spin out of control.
People summing up the deaths like math,
With the living people leading like the patrol.
Watch the funnel go down,
Soon you'll run for cover.
Soon the storm will head for ...