The Tornado

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Dark, ominous, and frightening, it gathers strength.

Brooding in rising tension.

Warnings are passed along at its approach.

People try to evacuate in fear.

Others bunker down in a cold sweat.

It forms instantly without enough warning,

Making touchdown in a single outburst.

It roars like a freight train.

It whirls around at high speed.

The feeling of death radiates in its spirals.

Everything is attacked, 

Nothing is safe.

Families are scattered,

Homes destroyed,

Loved ones lost.

It disappears only to crush down somewhere else.

Then suddenly, finally, it dissipates.

The only proof of its once presence,

The damage it left behind.

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