Weather


Weather

WEATHER

When ever you change ,it creates some sound,

Momma & Dadda hide me in their arms.

Your color goes change ,my eyes goes wide,

Its a time to see the storm.

Under my umbrella ,I like to feel the drops of rain,

Its happy tapping of pitter-patter plops.

During the storm , the strong wind blows,

The sky is wild & the rainwater flows.

Something happened to the trees ,

It started with a chilly breeze.

I love  your presence when I am at the home 

sometimes got scare when move to outside.

 

 

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