At dusk, I planned my plans
Before sleeping
I promise the world
Never to compromise
But waking up on the next day
Seeing the cloud crying bitterly
As the cloud cries, the future got shaken
The maidens which I just given a date
Rain bribed nature
Touch the lover's heart
And made made me a lier by cancellation of my date
As the cloud cries, the love got stolen
My newly found job
Boss called me a truant
Because I couldn't go out in the rain
I can't afford to boil my foot in the blind erosion
As the cloud cries, the trust get lost
My presentation was presented
By one else
Friend called me a liar
For the cloud cries
And my carriage is weak to travel the rain
As the cloud cries, Faith has been shaken like a Peter
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Disappointments caused heavy rain and flooding. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole