“No more tears will be shed,”
The rain and thunder said.

“Three will cry
And a few will die.
Be on guard.
Protect protect protect!
Something is coming,”
Thunder said.

Rain yells, “NO!”
And covers the voice of Thunder.

The stormy conversation intensifies.
Rain wins;
Thunder won’t reveal.

Floats between three
Groups or people,
It cannot be seen.

For the storm doesn’t want to show,
But warns that something is going to blow.

Some go; some stay.
In the end all will be okay.