ONE THUNDERSTORM : RHYME 80

One day, the school was running
As usual;
Teachers were taking classes - all
Individual.

The April sun had surpassed

Ten o'clock;

Bright looked all classrooms -

Sunlight struck.

Suddenly the whole things turned

Utterly dark;

So fast did clouds swallow the sky,

None could mark.

Struck thunders, struck lightning,

Heavy fell raindrops;

Gusts of wind hit windows, doors;

Students sat awestruck.

But Mama didn't swerve a bit

Against any danger,

For, school walls stood like a fort,

So were windows, doors.

Yet, she, each passing moment,

Grew more impatient;

And cried loudly to the surprise of

The teacher and students.

Before anyone knew the reason,

Stopped the thunderstorm;

Mama stormed out of school

And ran towards home.

Wading, hopping, running through

Pools and piles on road,

Mama got home and rushed straight

To the backyard.

In dread she shook, as buffeted

Was her whole garden,

And her all beloved friends were

Nowhere around seen.

She looked lost and gave out a cry

Painful and loud,

And rolled on the ground, as rushed

In mom and dad.

"Chirp...Chirr! Squeak...Squeak!

Chatter...Chatter!"

Mama heard sounds of her friends

All together.

In wonderment, she opened her eyes

And saw mom and dad

Smiling with all her friends happy,

Safe and unharmed.

Her parents had housed her friends

Before the storm;

Even their eggs, youngs and nests

Did suffer no harm.

Mama hugged her dad and mom

For their greatness,

And went home with her friends,

To God with gratefulness.

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