THE FREAKISH STORM
Our last warm autumn day has ended in a production
And Mother Nature is the writer and director
It began with a most thunderous eruption
With winds out to prove they're a factor
The light show amazed the most seasoned storm chasers
And trees braced themselves with all of their might
Children found mother, shivered and embraced her
While father readied the shelter for the night
The thunder continued to grow in crescendo
The rain pounded the earth to submission
The wind decided to dance in a circle
And found power from the straight line transition
It roared as it twirled
Wreaked destruction as it whirled
The village grew dark in the storm
The thunder it crashed
With the lightening that flashed
Leaving debris of our homes now deformed
As the chaos moved out to punish the countryside
We settled in to the cold taste of November
A spring storm had sprung in the autumn this time
Making sure that we all would remember
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