Storm short poem

Uploaded by Mrudula Rani

The sun failed to divide the day into morning, noon, and night,
Dressed in black and gray like a long spell of twilight,
Stretched twenty four hours till dawn in an endless gloomy weeping,
Under smoky skies soaked and dripped the town.
Pillars of water connected earth and heaven,
Only to come down, undone crashing in a torrent.

Boundless streams of rain roared through streets;
Wild and wicked brown swirls in a flight,
Recklessly thrashed, and tore at vegetation,
And Paved the lows and highs of ground even.

The temporary flows gathered and gained width,
Sweeping away stranded breathless, towards the unknown
A race with no rules or regulations,
Discarded objects floated and plunged in and out of sight,
Creating an unease over nature’s might
The day lost count of time and space
In a cold, wet wild dance,
Till the clouds lost strength and parted, calling it quits,
To gather again for the next meet.

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