Fuzzy Wheather Buzz! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

In Such a Drizzle,
With Lighting Dazzles,
The Whistles of the Wind,
Can still be Listened,
And that's no Puzzle;

'Cos the Cloud Drizzles,
And Wind Whistles are,
Engaged in a Constant,
Hassle-free Tussle under,
The Dazzle of Thunders;

Mouth has soured up,
For a Salt Water Gargle;
Muscles are getting,
Tightened up like a,
Rusted Iron Chisel;

Nasal Drops ought to
Hussle up the Red Nose;
The Cream has to Hustle,
And Soothen up Skin pores;

Mouthwatering Sizzlers,
Are Ready for a Serve,
Like Hot Burning Missiles;
Let's Slip & Sleep under,
Thick Blanket Covers,
Rain Averse Winter Wise;

It's a Fuzzy Weather Buzz,
Oh My Dear Love Feather;