The Storm

Could hear the clouds shout
But no one knows what’s it about
Soon after troops of clouds were marching
As for the ones who were farming
Now running for life
One who loved her kids and had the title of ‘Best Wife’
Now run from the house leaving everyone behind
Circumstances were incomprehensible for every mind
The clouds smirked at this corking sight
Layering the atmosphere with the sheer plight
They shot the toxic arrows of thunder
The invading clouds did the village plunder
As the thunder splits into an endless shower
This is what is called The Storm’s marvel