It turned to gray
With raging cold inferno
Traces of its gloomy haze
Soon the land in contagion
With a dropp as big as grain of corn
The mountain line vanishes
like a loom of endless sleep
Music it is - rain's downpour
The churning vortex, swirl all day
All ingredients serenade the temper
The ambiance turned serene
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An unusual way of describing a storm. But I liked this. GBBS