Rain
When it rain, it pours
It's like opening every doors
Whizzing wind, Whispering breeze
Makes your senses at ease.
When it rain it pours
It's like knocking every doors
Thunder here, lightning there
Awaking your sense somewhere.
When it rain it pours
It's like sweeping every floors
Homes are wet, walls have tears
Taking every dirt and fears.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo | Year Posted 2015
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