Poetry 3: Rains and Thunder

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Rains and Thunder
~ysabel

Isn't this weather relaxing?
hearing the rain as they drop.
Then the faint of thunder,
not knowing when to stop

Laying on the bed,
"This is life", you said.
*Boom!* from the thunder,
Now that is such a plunder.

'Zeus, stop please,
it's making me unease'.
Then opened the window as it cease,
as by magic, it's hugging you with gentle breeze.

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