The loud clap of thunder makes the bedroom rumble 

But insignificant to the mighty tornado which makes the thunder look humble 

Tremendous quakes ripple across the room

And the room becomes a nest for gloom and doom 

Rain descends onto the carpet, dampening it with sorrow 

Hoping to find some happy moments to borrow

Each drop reflects a lifetime of painful emotions 

Mixing with feelings of sorrow to concoct a dreadful potion 

Scorch marks illustrate the once plain carpet 

A deadly dance of fire and thunder, covers the target 

At last the room is an incinerated husk of what it was before 

The inhabitant was shocked and was truly abhorred.