Let The Elicitation Be Propelled Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Extreme heat during the day,
Heavy rain for the entire eve,
It seems like the heat during the day
Was like blowing out the anger
Irrepressibly outright together,
The storming rain throughout the eve
Was like shedding relentless tears
Showing guilt for the ireful burns,
Fuming with grave ire,
Then flooding many an acre,
Both aren't any good,
If this is properly understood
The temper could be controlled
To avoid the tempest,
Let the elicitation be propelled
In order to be modest.