"Twisted"

the sky is clear of ill will

the air becomes sickeningly still

the grey winds take flight

smothering sunlight

anticipation rises danger localizes

the sirens scream to all

rain blurs warning calls

take cover now

get to shelter somehow

minutes are all you get

chaos is quick to set

the dark sky is brooding

the whirlpool of hot and cold air occluding

leaving a wake of damage

casualties to manage

lives changed thereafter

winds howl in desolate laughter

nails rip away

during another doomsday

shingles fly about like confetti

all possessions become petty

cars tumble like toys

fear becomes noise

pressure cracks the glass

mother nature knows no class

the wreckage, the only reminder of nature’s rage

as the force of nature exits the stage