[“This Rainfall is Blinding
as the dark clouds are seen
preparing for a clash
for thunder and lightning
creating deadly flash!
This Rainfall is Blinding
as motorists zip past
with wipers left and right
on the deserted land
where no life is in sight!
This Rainfall is Blinding
as I drive my mobike
through pot-holed road surface
struggling for right balance
for a beautiful grace!
This Rainfall is Blinding
where wild winds uproot trees
throwing life out of gear
blocking all the traffic
painting the scene to fear! ”]
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