The Dance of the Tornado

As she whirls and twirls,

Across the plain,

And with her, comes the rain,

She dances and makes a path,

Through anything, she brings her wrath,

Her twisting turns and whistling winds,

She doesn't care where it ends,

Destroying buildings, homes and lives,

She does what she wants on this she thrives,

And when her hunger is no more,

She quickly exits the dance floor.