From placid skies, a swirling darkness grows,
A whispered threat, the air begins to hum,
Then fury bursts, as nature fiercely throws
Its whirling dervish, chaos yet to come.
The wind screams loud, a banshee's piercing cry,
As trees are ripped and houses torn apart,
A monstrous dance beneath a churning sky,
A primal fear that grips the human heart.
The ground trembles, debris fills the air,
A roaring beast that crashes through the land,
Leaving behind a trail of stark despair,
A ravaged scene, by nature's violent hand.
Yet in the wake, resilience takes its hold,
And life rebuilds, though stories must be told.