The brutal sky flashes and spits,
the wind rips limbs from trees,
Amidst the howling moans of ghosts
pulled from graves and seas.

A thousand windy fingers pull on a roof
until it gives up with a shriek so cold.
The new parking lot trembles with fear,
now cracked worse than the old.

Cars like hoe-down dancers
who had too much to drink
twist and turn and slide along,
they don't know what to think.

Trees try to duck from the wind,
grown stiff with age they quake,
they can only bend so much
and then they crack and break.

Waves throw themselves against the wall
trying to escape the storm,
but they only get pushed back
to take another form.

Then from the angry cloud descends
two black and twisted snakes
like the horns of Satan they claw ,
two hellish rakes.

They sniff the ground like bloodhounds
looking for their prey
relentlessly searching
they've come out to play.

Soon they find what they seek,
A humble trailer park
cowering behind an apartment building
hiding in the dark.

The twisters tear it all apart,
bullies full of rage.
When they have been sated,
they turn another page.

They pull their black skirts off the ground
and back into the cloud.
They tell their mother of their fun,
she beams at them, so proud!

Now the storm moves out to sea
where cold water in it's face
will slow it down and wear it down
and put it in it's place.