A Silent Thunder
The dark clouds pur,
And there's nothing but blur.
While the cool breeze whispers ,
The thunder awaits to strike.
The grass murmurs,
A big storm is coming.
And the lightning has struck,
The thunder awaits to strike.
On a quiet full moon night,
The cricket are chirping.
A cloud bursts into droplets of water,
The thunder awaits to strike
Water is gushing down the gutters,
A long term of silence passes.
Boom! Goes the thunder,
Like a rhythm of an African drum.
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