the angry wind

The painted darkness in the sky

The stained of black spots hovering by

The thunder claps along the clouds

Screen by screen the changes come

The strong wind wake up

Lashing it hard on the ground

The trees and bushes bend the way

“I am the angry wind!”

The unsteady wind whirring wild

There is no fixed direction to see

Lashing every where with it

The rain fall and mess up the ground

Along the roads the water clogged

The uneven roads the clogged drains

The moving rain water hitting cars

The river flooded with dirty brownish stained

The angry wind howling

The echo on the walls and trees

The potted plants fall like dominoes

No cracked pots hitting the floor

“I am the angry wind!”

The rain hit every where

The ground will welcome it

Sinking through enriching the ground