The storm is a charging bull,
Dangerous and destructive.
It runs quickly across the raging clouds.
The air rumbles with the sound of its feet,
It slashes the air and rips down bushes with its
razor sharp horns.
With its giant horns it tramples over buildings,
Completely untameable , it will not stop for red.
Crashing, snorting and raging,
fast and furious.