An Overwhelming Force Poem by Dallis Gibson

It comes when the sky is all dark and evil.
You see a vivid storm and the rolling thunder and electric like lighting.
You might like the storm or hate it if you’re a sunny day type.
But never the less it comes because you can’t avoid them.
Then it comes, the eerie silence that we all know means worse than portrayed.
Then it comes from the evil sky and destroys the silence like an atom bomb.
It twist’s and spins, ripping the grass from the dirt and houses up like feathers off their foundations.
It throws them miles and miles and it kills everything in its path just like an explosion, instant death.
Then after death and destruction its goes back to the demon like sky and is gone.
The stealthy silence soon again follows and the rebuilding process begins.