The Storm
When the clouds grumble
& the wind rustles,
all the things tumbles.
The clouds shout in joy,
breaking through the houses just like a toy.
The lightnings come rushing,
along with the wind gushing.
How terribly the trees break down,
with rubbles all around.
All the glasses & windows & plates get crazy
all with the wind & dust that makes all hazy.
The angry clouds & dishonest sky,
makes many poors cry.
Without their belongings & roofs
where would they roam in groups.
Sometimes good & fresh,
& sometimes being restless,
it shows its true colours
where the rain pours & showers.
It goes all through the towns,
& how the people frowns,
in each rounds
all through the way it drowns.
What a mess the storm brings,
destroying every single things.
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