The wind blowing from the east, The pressure was low in the sea... The wind blowing from the east, The pressure was low in the sea...

This poem is about the cyclone Fani This poem is about the cyclone Fani

Now it is normal for me To get wet in the rain Those tiny drops like pea Never washed off my pain... Now it is normal for me To get wet in the rain Those tiny drops like pea Neve...

And the little bird on her way homebound will think of the branch And wonder its way to him inst... And the little bird on her way homebound will think of the branch And wonder...

She was like the rain... She was like the rain...

The rain you bring is productive but the cyclone is destructive The rain you bring is productive but the cyclone is destructive