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Sep 2018
The chilly wind that whines over the roof.
Break down the heavy rain that no one can create a spoof.
A pile of water rolling down the mountain.
Loads of thunders and Lightnings thread by chain.

Another wild storm is here to disturb the night,
Another wave of death is here to take a bite.
The rattling and flapping sound of the leaves,
bring shivers to each pair of sleeves.
It was raining in our place and it gave me an idea.
JCabanilla
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JCabanilla  19/F/Philippines
(19/F/Philippines)   
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