The world turns dark and eerily looms,
The clouds roll in with thunderous booms.
The lightning strikes from all around,
It rocks the houses and shakes the ground.
The crackling sounds nerve the soul,
Families get together as a whole.
Preparing for the worst and hoping for the best,
Checking the news like nervous wrecks.
With the storm comes lots of rain,
People die and cause lots of pain.
You hear the sound of whipping wind,
The invisible killer now begins.
Trees will fall and power lines too,
As we watch there is nothing we can do.
We pray that’s the worst and we will be fine,
For if there is a tornado it could take what’s mine.
The worst is over as it rumbles away,
It’s off to find a new place to stray.
We easily forgive and we forget,
But it will be back, that I’ll bet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem