The wind is howling
Traveling in slow
speed
The trees and
bushes wave sleepily
As if to say “Don’t
need to worry”
The echo of the
night wind
Brushing the night
in low speed
It never wants to
scare the low areas
Afraid of the
rising tides
The city and town
dwellers
They will not fear
of rising wind
Cuddle in the cool
rooms
Dreaming of nights
in white horses
The rumbling on the
hilly slopes
The falling stones
and rubbles
Rolling down to the
valleys
It’s the sign of
bad planning
The wind rising up
in energy
The night sky turns
in lights of lightning
The thunder rolls
along the sky
It wakes up the
sleepy heads
Then the roar of
falling rain
The flash floods in
certain areas
The rising tides on
the coastal region
The people living
there worrying it
The energetic wind
howling
The trees and
bushes aren’t sleeping
The look of their
shady plays
It isn’t a time to
be brave
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