'fani'- The Storm Surge

There was peace and tranquility all around,
With honey bees, butterflies and moths playin' around.
There was bright golden sunlight,
Nourishin' the trees, flowers and leaves with light.
There were birds chirpin' in the trees,
Restin' in the fresh, cool, mornin' breeze.
Humans , birds and animals liv'd happily,
Unaware of the storm gushin' rapidly.
The noise of mirth and laughter fill'd the air,
Before the dangerous, black storm could make us stand bare.
The sky was pleasin' blue and pure white,
With silver'd clouds and bright sunlight.
Mangoes hung ripen in the tree,
And neighbours came for them with glee.
The trees hush'd and gush'd in solitude,
Blissfulness sparkl'd on the face of multitude.
The life was happy and vibrant,
Without a single sorrowful agent.

Suddenly the sky unravell'd its dark mystery,
As if it was the beginnin' of a new history.
A grey, black, dark storm came whirlin',
Without the inhabitants knowin'.
The white, bright sky that spoke aloud,
Turn'd into a dark, black gatherin' of cloud.
The bliss-fill'd nature depictin' happy art,
Turn'd into a stone of anguish upon heart.
Heaven cried out its pain through rain,
Which went all in vain.
The storm came determin'd to witness the destructions,
Of people living on the earth with imperfections.
The storm seemed to be nightmare,
As if the then beauty would never come back to its heir.
The blacken'd day came thrustlin' into the city life,
Havin' frighten'd father, mother, husband and wife.

The greenary, flowers and trees kiss'd the ground,
Desert'd land and destruction did the area abound.
People shout'd and ran unanimously,
As the fear rush'd into their hearts simultaneously.
Some happy souls of earth were now in heaven,
Leavin' the livin' countables on earth ev'n.
The lively air in the sky was somewhere lost,
With the storm welcomin' frost.
Nothin' could stop the storm from executin' its destructive aftermath,
Except up there on heaven, the God's wrath.
Sufferings of thousands of lives remain uncount'd,
But here, the rage of storm is unfold'd.
Unbound are the mysteries of nature,
But the earth would never stop to nurture.