The thunder

First a hazy blanket of clouds,
Swirl and twirl as it spreads.
Sparks slice the sky,
Those flashes so nigh.


Sound of the thunder,
Resonates high amonst the beans yonder.
Leaves of the slender arecanut,
Twerk in a frightful delight.

THe rain drops heavy,
Big as size of marbles.
Pouring on the roof,
Like a stampede of hooves.

From amidst the lushes,
Workers outbound and rushes.
Against the wall of gate,
Beneath any under cover.
Try and squeeze to hide ,
While the storm still glide.



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