I feel a strange wind blowing with a sharp edge, calling and beckoning on thunder, i couldn't get a glimpse, until i was gripped, fire in my veins, higher than my rage, hot ice visits in an impromptu style, a harder tour embarks, falling waters envelope the depths, planely submits to deadlier storm i succumb, as flashes of cold fire and hot rain meet my face.
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A good poem celebrating the festivity of rain written in precise format..
Yea indeed the sky falls!