Wind blows strong with a roar,
Coconuts fall on the roof, thud thud
it goes, setting the heart to pound.
Unusual of the Sun. It is 4
in the evening. Darkness casts
in full fledge, Down goes the Sun,
Could this be a bad omen?
Is the world going to end?
The throb induces a palpitation.
[i]Lub [/i]a [i]dub [/i]beats the heart
Mild pain radiates through the arm
travels to the wrist.
resting the head on a raised
pillow, I look around,
Every other thing is in place,
ceiling fan, lights, consoles
remain unscathed. it is only me.
Sun is up again,
wind has ceased,
So do I. Fig like I turn
strong and cheerful