Wild winds, you must take cover. Prepare and lock up before I come over. Thunder and lightning may appear. A disturbance raging in the atmosphere. What am I?

A fluid swirl with a short life, I cease when the stirrer stops stirring, the drain stops draining, the whirlwind stops whirling.

I can travel with one hundred feet without moving an inch. What am I?

In the velvet night, a jeweled swirl, where countless lights in dance unfurl. An endless sea, vast and wide, where stars and dreams together abide.

Oceans of golden waves Rippling with the touch of wind Up above, a cornflower blue sky Not a cloud to be seen Until a distinct scent of ozone permeates the air Within moments, the summer storm blooms Bruised purples and stormy greens Rain pelts the flat land below