The Twister

This is an ode to the National Weather Service. It shows gratitude for the work they do to prevent loss of life in natural disaters, particularly tornadoes.

The atmosphere is unstable
So the forecast calls for storms.
Storms begin to brew
And are then seen on radar.

The storms are getting stronger;
Now a warning is heard on TV and radio.
The time to act is now;
It’s time to head to the basement.

Then the roar of wind is heard;
The roar resembles that of a lion.
Everything above ground is destroyed
In a matter of seconds.

A gray funnel cloud
Surrounded by debris
Carves a path of destruction
All throughout the town.

After the twister passes
Thousands of lives
That may have perished
Will have been saved.

The town will lay in ruin
But the National Weather Service
Will have done its job correctly
To save the lives of many.