Tornado
Tornado twisting round and round,
Throwing trees and metal things
all over the ground. Dark Skies
blind me when I
go outside. I run
inside and dash into
my room to hide.
Lying in bed with the
covers over
my head,
I wait until
the storm
is
over.
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