Tornado

the roaring sound of a freight train

announces its coming

skies churning and swirling

the funnel cloud coming to full bore

it gathers treetops and rooftops

power lines whiplash over the ground

crushing all in its path

rearranging homes and buildings

all life must shelter beneath the ground

or face Mother Nature’s wrath

it seems to pause for a moment

charging past, leaving a wake of debris

then moving on to bully the next town