The Storm
The storm strike a blister on the roof's top
Crackling-clang with a loud shot
Tree's loosing it fastening knot
Leaves falling from crops
Birds flying high to taller crops
The drying-line abandoning its cloth
springing it aloft
Children run helter-skelter, quivering a lot
parents trembling as if robbed
The monstrous thunder scavenge each shop
The atmosphere, sandy-colored-rough
wastes sites sprays the environment, a smelling rot
The sudden silence reveal the mob
Mentioning the long lasted frightening scene in the court
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