The Thunderstorm (Revised)
When the trees in the bush
Are yearning, and the blue
Skies are angry; the dark
Clouds start to blaze and bark.
So when the dark cloud
Are roaring… crying out loud,
And the dried leaves are drinking;
It’s nature that is soaring and singing.
The season is singing songs of succor
To the plants and flowers that are poor,
to men, it sounds like disturbing drums?
...by the terrific thunderstorms.
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