Let it be

The skys blowingswinds and rain The sun pushing sunny rays The birds lay low when the rain comes down Thunder still fighting sun when the clouds frown Weather man predicting the storm But no one knows the significant form created by mother nature people scared animals crying for some shelter Praying for comfort Hoping maybe ! the weather be better later What is this significant form That makes us wonder and pray Winds blowing, thunder fighting lightning striking and people crying I can’t do nothing We have no strength For the capacity and length of this significant for. So I stare at the window Watching it pass We must let it be. I will let it be. Until the night pass.