The light was conquered by darkness,
Still water shiver on the winds,
Running fast around carelessly,
And hitting everything violently.
Soon the wind howled its mighty objection,
And made the green things and sparkly edges lay on the floor,
The streets soon became a ghost town,
Everyone, hiding for safety.
The water soon stormed like a wildfire,
Joggling around with the flow of the wind,
Running around the town simultaneously,
And afterwards, subsided.
The people soon came out crying,
With the thought of not surviving,
Because of the storm that came raging,
Destroying many lives and homes.
El miedo acaba con cualquier cosa. Gracias por el post
This reads like an elegy by the end, the turbulence and violence and laying flat of the storm presaging the grief of the survivors. Lots of energy and heft. Thanks!
Thanks so much for your comment..
After the storm comes the calm, greetings friend ☺