Don’t let the wind be hard
My experience of the cyclone
The little raindrops add a rhythm to the gloomy evening
I just peep through the window
The sky hides all the vibrant clouds
It isn’t dressed in orange, blue, purple, and pink colors
The dark black clouds bravely conquered the evening sky
The wind blows slowly and asks the dry leaves to fall first
Suddenly, it becomes so violent and rude
All the trees in the garden are whirling, rotating, and screaming
The little cashew fruits start falling one by one
I am wondered
A lush green branch in the mango tree has fallen
I tightly hold my mom’s hand
I heard, my neighbors’ scream
Their houses were hardly damaged
Giant wind, where did you come from?
I saw a tall tree in my garden fell down
The violent wind is still blowing badly
No vehicles on the road right now
All are in their safety cages
Wind, don’t blow hardly
You are not powerful as you think, don’t be proud
It was a dreadful cyclone, I’ve ever seen
Don’t let the wind be hard
The trees nod their heads with silence
