Raindrops drops with each sound,
on the hills , mountains and mounds.
Though it is wet and dripping,
Nature has its own way of freaking.
I hear the thunderclap and saw lightning,
truth be told it was a little frightening.
I closed the windows and felt secure,
the rain stopped trapping me into a lure.
What i saw later was an element of
surprise,
For what I saw was a lightning in disguise.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
Raindrops drops with each sound,
on the hills , mountains and mounds.
Though it is wet and dripping,
Nature has its own way of freaking.
I hear the thunderclap and saw lightning,
truth be told it was a little frightening.
I closed the windows and felt secure,
the rain stopped trapping me into a lure.
What i saw later was an element of
surprise,
For what I saw was a lightning in disguise.
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