Cyclones

As I look back into the world,

The calamity comes to me, in the last.

The damages it did, in the city,

The cyclone, I dare say, did it fast.

On a warm, sunny, October morning,

Two little clouds made merry and fun.

To the other cities, it gave rain,

But made us stand under the hot sun.

We thought we had to sweat for long,

But we were in for a surprise.

Then came the big, large Willy,

Pouring rain, and winning the dice.

But soon after the joy of rain,

Nivar sent the city underwater.

Floods, snakes and rain ravaging everywhere,

Sometimes comes an otter.

Even if we didn't have much damage,

People are out there, suffered badly.

Cyclones are devastating and dreadful,

Ending in complete damage, sadly.