Beauty In Destruction

Roaring across the opal sky
Comes a wave of frothing clouds
Menacing and blackening
The sound of angry riot crowds

Blue skies fade, birds cease to sing
Heavy pearls begin to fall
Slow at first, then gaining pace
The haze of rain becomes a wall

Wailing wind, through trees and eaves
Clouds above rotate and whir
A wispy tendril snakes from the sky
As a funnel cloud begins to stir

Deafening wind and blinding rain
As the funnel hits the ground
Tornado; strong yet beautiful
Yet terrors in it's wake resound

Destroying lives and homes and land
On it's fatal, lazy path
Lightning forks: a toothy grin
Thunder rolls: a mirthless laugh

But soon it limps and fizzles out
It's dying breath, mourned by few
A fearsome and majestic storm
There's beauty in destruction too.

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