The Storm It was a beautiful site to behold D leaves so bright;waving happily with d cool gentle breeze. With it beautiful colours…....evergreen in every season The birds built their nest on it....nursing d little fragile creature Tired hunters took shade under its leaves; saving them from d hot scotching sun.... I leave my little hut every morning to behold ds beautiful site... I'm always joyful with d lovely sound of music I enjoy from d birds The clouds were gathering again....its really gonna rain One of d usual rains...I thought The sky grew so dark... The end is come....I thought So then....The Storm Not a gentle breeze this time but a raging one It swayed n swayed d tree dat I almost thought its going to b a natural felling.....One that hasn't happened in ages It became so intense like one in d sahara desert I took shelter in my little hut praying to d Almighty not to b drenched tonyt And d heavy showers began The heavy torrents sent even d an