A sliver of the moon peaks through the raging storm
A sign of foretelling, a sign of warn
The lightning brightens the sky
The earth rumbles in fear    
Rain crashes down like waterfalls into rivers
Wind thrashing at the trees
Making their limbs bend, bleed
Streetlights go out
Children are heard to shout  
Lightning flashes and a tornado is seen
It is November this should not be
Only in Oklahoma will in fall, you have spring