MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

Surving Through the Cloudburst

July 5th and I looked upon the sky,
The clouds darkened, and the birds are on fly;
Wieghing the heaviness of the sun, in just few minutes it will gone;
The calm upper bodies will surely roar inside the can.

There's these birds finding way back home,
Some seeking trees, some just at roam;
Evacuating themselves before the cloud burst on the land,
Readying the clan before the climate tears kisses the sand.

I'm just standing there until a water dropped on my face,
Just a second after bunch of water poured in race;
I didn't flinch, I didn't step back,
I stood straight and tried my luck.

I'm soaked and yet still hoping,
They think I'm at one place but the truth I am moving;
They think I am insane from what I am doing,
But they didn't know I'm just fighting for a passion and living.

I closed my eyes and hearing the noise of environ;
Instead of distraction, it sent me a motivation.

-Marxx Archer