The Fatally Judged Storm

Pushing farther to invade the town,

Rushing and hurrying to flood the ground,

Come the rains a-pouring down.

I can hear the snarling cat-like sound,

Coming from winds violently a-swirling round,

Have mercy on this torn and helpless land,

Of this I cannot much longer stand.

I do not wish to longer stay,

This seems to be my final day.

I now see whole buildings flying past,

I believe now my life will not much longer last.

I am quite sure I am going to die,

Before I get the chance, to say to you "Goodbye."

Understand though, these my final words are few,

Just know, I'll be watching over you.