Answer:
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.
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
A precious stone, as clear as diamond. Seek it out while the sun's near the horizon. Though you can walk on water with its power, try to keep it, and it'll vanish in an hour.
More precious than gold, but cannot be bought, Can never be sold, only earned if itβs sought, If it is broken it can still be mended, At birth it canβt start nor by death is it ended.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?