The Night I Will Not Forget
(about a storm)
I will never forget the night,
the night full of anxiety,
the night full of fright,
throughout the society.
The very hour of its waking,
absolutely still I lay,
from the awe of its moaning,
shocked, all I could do was pray.
It picked up its speed and wailing,
leaving me dreading every bit.
Every sound was alarming,
many pauses, but it didn’t quit.
The air was frigid and shivery,
but turned into fear and discomfort.
It left me shaking bitterly,
it took time until I recovered.
Hence, that night I will never forget,
That nightmare full of worry and distress,
the night of worry and fret,
it made me overcome my fear nevertheless.
