Tornado

I look outside
Through large glass doors
To see a scary sight
A raging thin, tall
Gray tornado
Reaches to the ground
To consume a house or a yard
As I whirl away.
“Hurry!” I shout and cry,
Grabbing ice cream cones
And pillows.
At the basement,
I pull
Open the door
To an unlit underground,
Shooing everyone into
Safety.
I look behind one last time
And step upon the stairs.
What happened next,
I do not know,
As darkness comes again.

Zeba Ahmed • Grade 9