The storm is a wild eagle,
Furious and untameable,
It hurtles and rages across the landscape,
Like a massive,crumbled white and black werewolf.
The ground rumbles with the sound of its squaak,
It slashes small beetles with its scissor-sharp claws.
With its giant beak, it eats giant beetles,
Completely untameable, will bite anyone he goes past.
Crashing, biting and scraping,
Strong, wild and fast.