The thunder roared its arrival
Hiding the sun, it's rival.
The silver lining of the dark clouds
Became more pronounced.
The dust on the leaves was washed away
The birds on the branches danced with gay.
The fragrance of the earth lingered in the air
The blossoming flowers also got their share.
The blue planet appeared as a young lady retreating from a bath
The clouds had also cleared and wetted the path.
But the drops of joy still dropped,
Until the bathed farms, with crops, cropped.
And when the whiffs of white cotton were driven out by the wind,
The fiery ball of light in happiness began to sing.
Hiding the sun, it's rival.
The silver lining of the dark clouds
Became more pronounced.
The dust on the leaves was washed away
The birds on the branches danced with gay.
The fragrance of the earth lingered in the air
The blossoming flowers also got their share.
The blue planet appeared as a young lady retreating from a bath
The clouds had also cleared and wetted the path.
But the drops of joy still dropped,
Until the bathed farms, with crops, cropped.
And when the whiffs of white cotton were driven out by the wind,
The fiery ball of light in happiness began to sing.
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