Once I saw an angry weather,
Sounding loud for all to bother,
Then I ran to tell my father,
But he says I have a mother,
So I ran to tell my mother,
that I saw an angry weather,
She just said I should not bother,
That its just a minor thunder,
So I went to call my sister,
With my legs all running faster,
I called and called but could not find her,
Maybe she too has seen the weather,
and had also ran for cover,
Now its just me and that weather,
Left alone for me to ponder,
I tried to think of something safer,
Then I think I heard my mother,
As I stood so I could see her,
She said its time now for some dinner,
As I raised the matter during prayer,
It turned out I was just a dreamer,
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