For all the wit
of the cloud
it rains
torrential outpouring
for months together
onslaughts a havoc
of deluge
inflicting an utter destruction of crops
indeed! A great debacle
follows famine
stares starvation
in the face
comes near the spectre
of a daze
so do commence conferences
in high offices
arrives no breakthrough
the response is obvious
foretells a gross fiasco
leaping to
a grisly aftermath...
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