The Nature
Cloud gathering in the sky
Blown by wind it darts so high
Layer by layer it darts so high
What a fun to air ride.
The sky is stamped deep black
The sun is held under its trap.
No light comes, the earth is dark.
We seldom find a singing lark.
It rains, it flashes and it thunders
It rolls over the sky, how? One wonders.
Some wait for the downpour to stop
Some get wet, some to safety hop.
Some like the rain, some fear it most
For many it is joy, for some it is not.
Yet it drenches the parched earth
It is elixir for all providing mirth.
Cloud now does not cover the sky
The rainy season has gone by
And winter casts it spell on all
We find nights long and days small.
By Jay-en
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