Melancholy cloud lining the sky
With storm showers crying out loud,
The heavenly grief is a weepy canopy,
Shelter foggy dust when thunder is heard.
The passing breeze is earning its keep
Plunder the atmosphere sowing death,
A casket of misfortune in the harvest it reap,
From the hurricane melancholy breathe.
They burst their banks and the sea rises
Creeping unveil fast upon the land,
From the bottomless pit the rain disguises,
And the hurricane march strong upon the sand.
In the lap of nature birth strong winds
Leaving the sand fade back into dense rim,
Water that mighty hurricane sends,
Holds earth in the palm of its hand.
The duration catches people unprepared,
Trees and house falls into disrepair,
The passing breeze of danger we all feared,
Came and took our plans into deeper despair.
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