What it is to face CYCLONE
Heavy winds get blown
Rectangle becomes a cone
Trains too get thrown and flown
Nothing is worst than DROUGHT
It yields a negative clout
For food people do shout
But food remains in doubt
Why is there an EARTHQUAKE?
Tremors it does make
Houses it does rake
Lives it does take
Life is finished in FLOOD
It nearly draws the blood
Houses become rubble, mud
It’s deadly and not a dud
It’s too hot with VOLCANO
Molten lava flows at seconds nano
Nothing pleasant like a piano
Wish it was cold as snow
Oh! What is a WILDFIRE?
It is a situation dire
Woods destroyed in its ire
Later nothing left to admire
Wish none face natural disaster
Have mercy, God our master
