THE THUNDERSTORM
Awesomely adoring was the rain
She cries out in furious torrent
Her pains came forth with the lightening
The thunder announced her sadness
Erupting emotions long repressed
How unceremonial was her demise
Without gunshot in the hollows
Terrific! Terrific!! Terrific!!!
Beaten blue-black
And lament, but my travail escalates
The ozone fares no better:
She laughs brightly as my pain up-beats
So enmeshed in agony
Certainly she’s lost no sight of hope
Though crave for the final moment
Meanwhile, eternal hope keeps me in the bondage;
Yet, how could it have been known!
As to marry even in lamentation
But always keep hope in sight
For she would finally arrive
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