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Eve of Stormy Rain
An invisible hand, skillfully capable,
seemed to alter the weather unstable.
The calm, mesmerizing atmosphere ranges,
sportingly subjected to drastic changes.
Sky covered with clouds, dark as hell,
as if a psychic has cast a spell.
The sky looks dark , fearfully tragic,
immersed into melancholic , grave black magic .
Then there is lightning,alarming thunder sounds,
like the grunt of a lion or bark of hounds.
Grasped is the sky by some supernatural source
like it's put behind bars by a mysterious force.
Strong winds blowing with a rush,
making scratching sounds with a hush.
Flowers with shame looking down,
as if it has forgot to frown .
Birds flying here and there
warned by danger everywhere.
Aggressive wind blowing fast,
gravely chasing the street dust.
Swirling dust being blown away ,
leading to ruffled, unkempt pathway.
Winds banging against the window sill,
intending to smash, break and spill.
That's how lightning ,tempest, gloomy sight,
transformed the bright day into dark night.
Whirling with the wind is dust and sand,
eroding completely the plain, dry land.
Trees swaying and shaking , forgetting all bounds,
making several,dashing,protesting sounds.
Bushes trying hard to resist the strain,
some others being uprooted with intense pain.
All this destruction, the earth seems to endure,
as if the whole nature is preparing for war.
Intending to break through, devastate overall,
the heavy sky is now ready to fall.
At last rain comes thrashing along ,
falling incessantly,pouring whole day long.