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It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Some try to hide, some try to cheat. But time will show, we always will meet. Try as you might, to guess my name. I promise you'll know, when you I do claim.
Weight in my belly, Trees on my back, I travel fast in my place, but feet is a feature I lack
I pass before the sun, but make no shadow.
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?