The day so gray
the clouds hang low
you can smell the rain coming in the
air
the distant rumble of thunder, warnings
of a storm
They come more often this year
with them, more devastation
leaving death and destruction
in their wake
Tornadoes measuring a mile wide
hail the size of baseballs
rains so voluminous
a mountainside buried a town
Is that what's on it's way
how bad will it be this time
will the sirens sound in time for us to
find shelter
whose turn is it today
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