Ope's poem

Twister

You walk.

The fog makes you blind and

you can’t see anything.

Then you walk outside

and you see a twister coming

and the sky is getting darker

then everything starts to fly,

gates snap like gunshot

as you handle them.

Then trees fall on you're roof and

make a slamming noise

and the twister is getting closer.

Everybody starts to run

BUT! they are too late