Incessant rain beating against the panes
Small drops of pearls glisten on the lanes
Night owls feel dizzy in their cold holes
Eyes dazzle as across lands a ripple rolls
Trees nod to the whisper of fierce wind
Flashes of light turn walking creatures blind
Off and on howls from the distance woods
Send shivers down the spine with low moods
Marching of clouds donning dark attires
Their armors make sound sending wild fires
Upon slating roofs the rain sing a sad song
Drumming on its weakness serving it long
In wet rooms they talk in a hushed voice
About the calamity and without any choice
Doomsday coming with earth getting nude
Greedy men watching it in eyes so lewd
Nowhere to escape from the summer heat
There is barren land to long eyes can meet
Man's sincerity to save nature is yet to be proven
Bodies will drop one by one in the hot oven
Not from far it's starting into our faces
The end, a lonely earth without any races...
