♥ My WeAtHeR pOeM! ♥
This is my weather poem:
The tornado like a fierce giant who wanted his dinner, came stomping up Main Street. As people saw the enormous tornado they ran for their lives. People watched though their windows as the strong tornado tore through the park, rushed up the hill and ripped of roofs. Bins got turned over, roofs got ripped off, gardens got damaged, house got damaged, things crashed through windows, things were blowing around everywhere and cars where taken up into the air. The tornado went on and on soon it faded away like a bird flying away and left us a whole lot of damage.
The End
