It blows through the desert
with nothing to divert
Like a deer running wild
Or a wild rambunctious child

Like a breath in and out
the power in a water spout
Tornado's engine makes it run
the leaves run with it just for fun

It has a name
and you know its game
To chap, chafe and burn
you have felt it spurn

Your attempts to tame
are all in vain
But live through, you must
or it will make you feel trussed

The name is ventus ictus
You cannot restrict us.