I don't often write poetry, it's not something that comes naturally to me. This is one of the few I wrote a lifetime ago.
The hurricane is raging, tearing, savaging with spite,
Ripping into buildings, throwing debris out of sight.
Twisting and contorting, spitting anger, hurling hate...
There I was meandering down the road of life minding my own business when a wizard jumped out from behind a tree and yelled.
"Behold! A city awaits ahead of you - sparkling with shiny buttons and widgets." And promptly disappearing in a cloud of smoke, leaving a distinct smell of sulphur...