Cyclone

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Ominous clouds dirt the sky

Sad little birds scared to fly

Sweet beautiful mother sings a song

That would hopefully last all day long

Cows and pigs hang on barely

To the sky that seems so awfully dreary

Food stocks quickly run out

Because they're so scared to even come out

As the sad sky turn a dark shade of gray

You'd already know the events of the day

Weather forecasts try to instill hope

As people cross floods with a struggling rope

Everyone becomes as blue as the curtain

Since true news can never be ascertain

The sky turns a darker shade of gray

As the people plead to God and pray.

- Peas