The petrichor is in the air,
The dark clouds shielding the glare
A string of pearls are being poured on earth
Giving rise to Hope, Nostalgia and a new birth
Wind is gushing and rushing
Knocking out all in its path
Mother Nature is showing us her Fury,
Anger and Wrath
Beware my fellow comrade
Cower under her tirade
Take solace wherever you can find
She flows and blows with her own mind.
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