The Night of the Storm

Above the fields so large, a storm is taking place.
Toward a small town in the plains, it went.
Like a small child running after a ball.
Except in this case, the "small child" is the one rolling.

Above this town it was soon darker than the night already above them.
About ten minutes later, it was raining, raining hard.
Instead of staying safely indoors, people came out to investigate.
But, soon after, lightning flashed and thunder crashed,
Like the storm was telling them to go somewhere safe.

With the thunder and the lightning came hail.
But that was not the end of it.
With the wail of the lashing hail came a funnel cloud,
About a mile in diameter.

Across the fields of corn, there was a sound.
But this was not a good sound.
Beside the small town was a noise like a freight train,
But ten times louder, 10 times more ominous.

Before the townspeople could find shelter it was upon them,
Like a car about to hit you at 60 mph.
Except this monster wasn't going 60 mph, but 300.
Without a doubt, it was going to destroy this town, and even more.

To the people rushing to shelter, it happened so fast.
Before they knew it, it was there, coming at them.
Through the town it went, trashing everything in its path.

Down in their cellars, everyone was scared.
Until they knew it had moved on they stayed put.
About three minutes after the treacherous monster had developed, they surfaced,
Toward the ground they knew was devastated.

From corner to corner of the town, the houses were gone.
Throughout all the winding streets, people were stranded
and some even killed.
Along main street, buildings were merely piles of wood and concrete.
At that moment, everyone knew they would never forget that night.

The night of the storm.