Over the houses the clouds hover,
Like the stubborn children with no fear,
At times the clouds look like huge kites,
Flying like the birds across the skies.
For days it has been raining,
As if the sky were crying!
Like a baby,
Who is awfully hungry.
Water is acting like Charybdis,
Towards heaven are raised myriad human wrists!
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