My Sky.

I Bless you my dear sky,

You are benevolent.

You warned us of calamities.

Last four days,

You were dark grey.

The clouds were packed in stacks.

When broke,

Was a huge thunder.

The shower came,

All bowed to it.

I ran to the window.

And cool air with sprinkle of water.

As if I could feel the snow.

Now rivers will flow.

Tomorrow, even sun may glow.

If cloud does not cover….

It will be a blinking show.


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