Haze

The grumbles of thunder wakes me up

 As I open my eyes,

All I see is weather being gloomy,

And the foggy streets of the colony.

The hustles of wind scatters my curtain

The sunny days remain uncertain.

Rain drops fell one oh one

Sprinting so fast,

As if they were reaching,

For something that would last

Soils are being washed away,

As if sins of the earth parted ways

Nature somehow finds its cause

Only did I woke up

It was raining because.