Suddenly the sky turns into fury
Radiance disappears on the ground
The birds were scared and flew back to their adobe
An abnormal sensation of something imminent around.
The wind lashes strangely on the paddy fields
The sky is crying and the sun faded away
The green grass is gone grey and a terrible amber.
The rain makes its showy unveiling.
In the mildest awaked with thunders flutter
Breaking the beautiful hush
Where the mere echo was the cavernous
Until the first thrill of petrichor after the sorrow.