The Seven -Sonnet

That day the wind was a howling wolf

That day the ocean was raging in the gulf,

That day the thunder was a mighty lion

That day fireworks were up in the sky in,

That day no sparkling diamond was seen

That day the clouds were, the mood of mean,

That day the white balloon was hidden

That day the golden ball had goodbye bidden,

All the peahens were rejoicing

The flowers were happily singing,

For the rain had finally come from heaven

On the seventh hour, the seventh day, the month Seven!