sirens call on shrieking winds
alarms and gales whistling through empty streets respond
leaves and dust rise
something whispers change in my ear
i'm standing on empty streets with umbrella
in hand
rain is beating down like angry fists of god
the sky turns green and i breathe in ozone
the thunder is louder than any siren can moan
i always wanted the villains to win
and that feeling is coming back again
now that i know some twister is
somewhere on some horizon
green and terrible
and beautiful
