This is an acrostic poem about tornado’s.

Poetry about summer love and weather.

Scary.

You never know till after a rainstorm whether a roof repair was effective.

Mother Nature plays rough.

Why I chose meteorology as a major.

It was supposed to be a holiday but John, a meteorologist, and Rob, a scientist, found themselves stranded on an island. Slowly opening his eyes john awoke searching the plane wreckage for rob. The weather grew windy and five minutes later rob was washed up onto the sandy bay.