Weirdness glance in front my eye;
maybe a streak of lighting across the sky
earlier a blinking morning has warn,
so very soon the heat-ful sun shall gone
thunder had loudly blown his horn
heavy black clouds are going by many form
tress rocking, leaves soaring torn
wind travelling over hills blowing on
animals lifted heads, while tails dance
dried ponds, and wells once more a chance
yellow leaves will be reviving green,
rivers and gullies will tour heavy and clean
people may rejoice has had long faith
farmers' hearts coming to healthy states
land masses shall formed back normal shapes
huge black clouds has formed and await
every breathing soul will be sure inside,
catchments and trenches ready to be alive
from there's a way, there must be a will
clouds of water sorted as a fill
the master have released a hauted drill
drought has ended now, the rain gearing to spill
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