Cyclone
As I look into the darkness, black space is all I see.
As I hear the clouds rumbling overhead
And the rain begins to pour upon me.
The water falls in torrents, lightning brightens up the sky.
It bounces off the rooftop and we wait for the storm to pass by.
But the wind continues blowing, a tree branch begins to break.
The sky turns from black to green and the hail makes the house shake.
It goes quiet for a second, then come huge gusts of wind.
We race into the cellar and some electrical problems cause the lights to dim.
After what seemed like hours, we step out into the light,
gazing at the rubble of all the houses in our sight.
The working teams begin to scrounge for unfortunate souls, but luck is on our side,
And we hold a mass burial.
Call it a cyclone, tornado or hurricane,
We have to keep our pain,
Lives were lost, objects broken,
Such a terrible tale I have spoken. |
