The tiles have flown away
The strong wind causing it
Pulling it one by one
Leaving it open for the rain
Within seconds the clouds change
The thunder rolling flashes of lightning
The heavy down pour from the sky
The numbers are shown lighting up the board
The umbrellas are flown away
The back yard can't say it now
The back door looks bewildered
As its numbers going down
At last count the wind blowing hot
The number flashes at 100 km per hour
The back door feels the vibration
The fear crawls on its shaky foundation
The tiles on the ground
Humpty Dumpty has a nasty fall
The broken pieces spreading wide
Article 43(4) says it well
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