The sky turns grey has the clouds pour rain, my spirit dampens has each rain dropp falls to disrupt my day.
My mood changes from all the trembling rumbles I hear around me, I am sad cos I can't feel the suns warmth, goose bumps rise from underneath my skin just as if the undead have comeback to life.
I feel nothing but cold chills running down from my head, through my spine, I am helpless there is nothing I can do for this is an act of nature to which I have no control over.
So I do the only thing left to do, pray and hope that the suns warm rays returns soon to everyone's jubilation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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