I do not know
What made the sky bitter and fierce
Of a sudden it came out with wrinkles
Of clouds stretched by the heavenly storms
And a woman on her way to farm
Returns to watch the clouds urinate.
I am sitting in a gazebo
In a trance sort of
And the cats and dogs in a liquid duel
I am watching too
There's a prolonged blaze of zigzag
Lightning in the clouds in tow with
A crackling rumbling of the earth.
Then suddenly my right hand
Became heavy and my palm hand
Showing traces of blood.
I am traumatized
And awake only to the bright shining sun!
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