The storm raged outside
It was dark, a very murky night
Many a house would be blown away
While I lie here on my bed, cozily
Tucked up, surrounded by the four walls
People must be running around
Trying to look for shelter
While the wind whistles and howls
And the dogs barks and growls
While the dust flies
Some hits the eyes
Man fights for survival – and survives
To see another painful sunrise
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