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A Lesson
A Lesson
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When thunder ravages the sky and it breaks down into lumps of rain,
Those brunt electric wires hung like prop roots of a tree,
And the city enveloped into the darkness of the night sky.
The clogged street leads to the narrow by-lane
Where the last house manages to light up a candle,
The gust of winds increased as if a damp just broke off into fragments.
Another thunder rolled on, the sound of conch audible from afar distance,
Mother nature sighed a deep breath as if highly disappointed in our behavior, toward herself.
The storm stopped a while ago and left behind a lesson.
