The thunder was groaning.
He had bad dreams,
The gracious sun whispered gently to the summer breeze.
But his groan became appalling.
He’s summoning the wind and the rain,
The clouds yawned.
His beloved’s sighs, kept him restless.
the sun lowered her head graciously,
The earth ‘s pretty face went red , She said.
She soaked a lot of blood last night.
My locks were smoothering when touching their flaming souls,
Added the summer breeze,
Trees were falling apart under their heavy angry foosteps too.
The earth looked up at the sky
and saw a tear in her eyes
the rain was weeping.
And unveiling the beatiful face of earth
Flowers shook their heads and ashen ghosts run away.
From above the thunder was waiting impatiently
to see his earth ‘s beautiful locks glowing under the sun again.
Written by arabian roses