The storm ruins everything,
As it comes and go
With the help of the winds and rains it brings,
It yields destruction everywhere.
Each small drop once bottled up
Could lead to cavernous wreckage,
Making us weak and frail,
Leaving legion of great damage.
It may be evil and cruel,
But every storm comes to an end,
And all things will be well,
The moment it reaches its stoppage.
Once the raging storm has stopped,
Chromatic set of colors will brightly hap.
These colors are called rainbow,
Which wouldn't happen without a little storm.
