Time For Dinner

It's the time, To stop writing the Rhyme, To switch Off the news of Crime, And from the table to pick up the lime. Way down the stairs, I passed along the stretched chairs, I dragged and sat on a chair, And, came she with her long hair. She placed, in front of me, the plate With her serving trait. Then came my house mate, From his Office, very late. Rice onto it, Which makes me fit. Then, the storm did hit, Power Off, the candle then she lit. The storm did blow, The rice did flow, The particles in a row, Striked the mate's face as snow. The rain rods did hit the ground, Thunderstorms all around, Mates' curiosity made him bound, Jumped out into the rain and finally got drowned. "Help! Help!" from his voice, a scream, Then striked on a nearby tree, a thunder beam, Hoped, it wasn't a dream, Then, I ran to rescue him. Ran towards the mate, Due to bad fate, His life was at a slow rate, Finally, today was his dooms date. Around, there were no tissues, It became to be included in the House issues. Felt sorry for no rescues, I say to my Mate: "I Miss You"