The gale blows mighty
Anon the sky is cloudy.
The majestic thunder thou hear,
Which fills heart with fear.
A blinding flash thou see,
The lordliness shows he.
The mighty roll is heard anon,
That send many into swoon.
The Gusto, The Power,
Shown by the shower,
Uproots the mightiest trees,
And makes thy mind free.
It happens not often,
For it is an orphan,
Adopted by nature,
To do justice to her stature.
~Shashank.G
Nice poem, Shashank !
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