Tornados are a common sight 

Raging through the morning light

It forms quickly, without a sound

Then touches down onto the ground

Blowing dust and large debris 

This is not a simple breeze

Clothes and books get blown around

Flying out, and to the ground

Tornados do it, day by day

They throw everything in disarray 

And neither hand nor mop nor broom 

Can clean the tornado from my room.