I could see the electric poles fly apart
Lines snap asunder
Giant trees uprooted like weed
Cars uplifted like matchbox
And smashed onto the ground with disdain,
While the landscape was engulfed
In an eerie dusty darkness
And the sound of the tornado
Pounding menacingly
Raged in my ears
Threatening to reduce into smithereens
Anything and everything
That came its way.
I could see, that my mind was in a whirl
My aching heart in a swirl -
No! It was not a horrible tornado
But a passing anger, ranting and raving.
Rajesh Thankappan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tornado-2/
