by
pragya
 am a cloud sometimes dark and sometimes loud. I water the thirsty land and also the areas with sand. You waste the water I give and someday it will be difficult to live. You will die because of shortage of water and your life will become shorter. I will take revenge one day and then you will say How I suffer the pain to give you rain. I am a cloud sometimes dark and sometimes loud. |
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