Flying lightning
strikes the ground,
all around,
it breaks the sound.
The twister rolls
the clouds unfold,
ripping through
with strength untold;
Raining, pouring,
sideways soaring,
absent ceiling,
missing flooring.
And then it ends,
sunshine descends
the wreckage shines
broke' glass glistens.
Incomplete, but its what I've got for now.
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