Dark clouds gathering Fully armed with raindrop bombs Ready to attack. Down below, people Are ready with their weapons; Raincoats, umbrellas. The thunder's deep voice Announces the commencement Of the forecast war. Down below, worry Is tatooed on every face; Walking speeds increase. "Fire!" shouts the wind And the command is obeyed; Raindrop bombs are dropped. Down below, raindrops abound inspite of weapons. Nature's the victor.
Reason for writing:
A rainy day
Birth sign: Leo
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