When a storm is born
It is like a girl when hungry
Or a boy when angry,
It comes with no intend to end
But when gone
Happiness is declared
With a sound of a drum,
It seems like
Having fun
Under rays of sun
Forcing to shun
The misery along
Forgeting the habit of being clung
To the rope of sorrow,
In order to lie snug in bed
With an empty head
To wake up and
Start a new thread
Of work 'n glory.
