Early rising crescent
A message of peace
For those close to God.
High winds sail
And dark clouds clash
Rain comes like angels.
Let nobody
Disturb or take away
The thunder and lightning.
Wasted food
Washed down drains
Mocks the hungry ones.
Depraved land
With its suffering people
Awaits more storms.
Weather woman smiles
And sways herself on TV
Mullahs hide themselves.
Cackling and roaring
Rents the sky
And yet...nothing happens.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed on August 03, 2011).