Her love and poetry
It makes me to wonder
When clouds thunder
Lightening take over
Followed by heavy showers
At first, it seems outrageous
Harmful and hazardous
But act seems to be noble
And not for creating any trouble
So when lover is angered
No amount of arguments are convinced
She is in rage
As if pen refuses to move on page
Yet, thoughts invade mind
Words rush to make her kind
Poetry takes shape of rainbow
The words very easily flow
When showers are complete
She too pleases and refuses to remain mute
The voice tune changes in favor
You are still her favorable lover
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