The
cloudy sky
The
rolling thunder cry
The
choppy sea
The
dry land smile
Will
it rain on a hot weather?
In
the morning sun blasting the sky
The
hot rays punishing on the skins
The
long tenure we seem immune to it
The
thunder ringing bell
The
echo travels far and wide
The
cool wind keep blowing
The
sky darken like a carpet of black
But
nothing hit
The
drum stays quiet
The
ground as dry as before
Only
the choppy sea waving along
The
night business will flourish
As
people go out and walk the streets
It's
only authority worrying
About
water hitting the low
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