The darkness drops again,
A dropletof the tragic rain,
Hopeless than to face the coming train,
The winds blow with no brain,
The bolt of the thundering banger,
Scattering and causing danger,
And the dusts arise in anger,
Humans on the race,
In order not to miss the the trace,
Roofs in the air,
The trees forced to bend,
And let's it fruits down,
Heavens open it doors,
The rain looses it grips.