It rains cats and dogs.
A drizzle first with thunder
a downpour with a lightning
a play so gentle initally
turns a havoc gradually.
The dry river is eager,
quenches her thirst
soon overflows
floods, enters the town
entrenches, encircles.
Men and wome scramble out,
find no shelte. She recesses
for a while, emboldens
strikes with a vengeance.
Devastation. Death stares.
Rain generates and ravages.
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