A mournful wind, a haunting sound
as is blows past the barren ground.
The clouds above, a grey, silk gown
the rain comes and starts falling down.
The heaven's tears, so sad, they weep
for sunny days that sky can't keep.
The haunting sound the sharp winds make
The rain pours down, the heavens break.
The lightning strikes in static mirth
that blithely mocks the muddy earth.
It starts to flood a town nearby
A child awakes to waters high.
Her screams are drowning in the rain
A cry of melancholy pain.
A home destroyed, a city gone
before the tempest's rage is done.
The rain, now stopped; the onslaught dimmed
Leaving only howling wind.
[This message has been edited by UNTAMEDelegance (01-11-2010 12:42 AM).]