Dark and grey clouds are driven By those prevailing winds To carry all those visible clouds ahead... An atmosphere of a wintry day appears In front of our naked eyes... Streets get empty upon hearing The weather forecasts From that radio station or from any TV station... Some people go shopping fearing Some unexpected blackouts Here and there... Gas stations get busy for some time, but Later on they get empty... I myself buy some candles fearing that If longer blackouts might happen... If big storms happens, then Some internet shutdown might happen... Orange vendors yell loudly Just to get rid of what they have... A lot things are needed to be performed Before any storm happens... A big or any storm might happen In a glimpse... Waiting for that storm is a must, then Everything will be possible... ______________________________________________________________________
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