Clouds covered the sun
with their dark blankets.
The sky was very unusual.
It was not as dark as night.
They complained:
A figure is in the sky.
This is not solar eclipse.
it is the second coming
of Christ.
I was looking through my window.
Some eyes were quaking
With fear.
Some legs were running
To no place.
Some bodies were frozen
Like ice.
Anxiety has dried their blood.
A mere illusion!
That caused a wonderful apprehension.
It was just the heralding of rain:
A heavy rain
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