Swirling and twirling,

blowing and blowing,

until I knock things over.

Pulling things up,

twirling them round and round,

dropping them flat on the ground.

I'm angry. Very angry.

Quickly, I fly around the town.

People are scared.

They run into their houses screaming,

little children crying.

I smash and crash people's homes.

Now I leave this town,

and head for another.

As I leave,

all I see is a smashed up town.

As the sun comes out,

The hurricane came spinning in,

sucking up everything that gets in its path,

making tress fall down on the road,

and every car flies into its spinning sides.

People are running,

trying to get away from this spinning disaster,

but it goes too quickly and

they get sucked away

into its centre.

But people inside are away

from the tress crashing and cars spinning,

but they're not safe yet.

But soon the hurricane is over,

and the sun is shining,

but that won't save the poor village.

You look out of your broken window at the village.

What used to be a nice lane of houses,

is now a pile of rubbish.

by Laurence

The hurricane is coming.

One by one they go in there shelter,

covering their windows and

closing their doors.

The rain is falling tip-tap on the roofs.

Whistling, smashing and howling it goes.

Cars are upside down,

houses are falling.

The rain comes faster.

The wind gets faster.

He goes to sleep,

and just forgets.