NaPoWriMo Project

(Poem: 9/30)


Furious sun at its peek
Hot winds drying its seek

Vegetation agonies to perish
For there’s no water to play n cherish

As all bad times comes to an end
Sheets of black clouds nosed from the sky’s bend

Within minutes to spare
It left no space bare

Peacocks danced in delight
Ducklings quacked in fright

As thunder n’ lightening witnessed
Pouring rains confessed

The climate became excitingly lull
And the streams strayed full

There was no more penury
But it was a state of luxury


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