STORMY DAY
Rain is lashing on the windows,
Droplets of water drip down the roof.
They clear the dusty grass in the meadows,
The wind forces the trees to stoop.
A gale is blowing the trees apart,
Leaves fly hither and thither,
The trees are not strong enough to thwart,
The devastating mode of the weather.
I am safe in my house,
I watch the fury of nature unfold,
I am scared like a chased mouse,
I see the tress stand against the wind bold.
The air is gloomy with darkness,
The lights are early to fade,
The strength of wind is difficult to harness,
Its impossible to undo the damage that has been made.
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