Starts with just a gentle carress, playing with your hair.

Tugging more insistant pushing papers around, branches wave.

Now you hear me, the sound of a freight train it's been described.

Decimation, of properties, and lives, a temper tantrum, rage.

Quiet, still, spent like a lover in afterglow.

A gentle carress, blowing gently through your hair,

As you look around you at destruction beyond repair.