A Message
The white and black clouds,
Were scattering in herds.
The rainbow was flashing,
New colours at the top of them.
Heavy rain was going on,
Also blue sky was watching at the top,
Air was enjoying quietly on a side,
And waiting for a whistle to blow.
Sun was shining sharply,
Not only human body was feeling hot,
But earth was reflecting stream,
As potatoes were boiling in a pot.
After rain, when air blew in a slow motion,
The burning bodies and nature also,
Received a message of cold,
Everyone was delighted to get peace.
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