The days of rain
The days of wind
It brings cool weather
The sun can take a break
The low lying areas
Along the coastal settlements
People are worried of flash floods
The days of rain
The days of strong wind
Uprooting weak roots of trees
Extracting it out whirring away
The efforts all gone to waste
The day of rain
The frogs croaking
Listening to its sound
“Who want to catch me?”
The whisper in the air
The
wind blows it away
Leaving an echo
“Who still wants me?”
The people still worry
Omicron still on the scene
The days of the wind
Everybody will try to avoid it
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