Broken Bough

Heavy rain is falling down On the baked soil Making every tree a clown Showering turmoil Lightnings crack the sky and thunder Shakes the window pane Where are you this time I wonder Could you stop the rain? But you have enough of yours And you wouldn’t mind Rain supports your roses growth In the dead of night Rain broke down one bough, and so Languidly it hangs Still its leaves are green and grow As if saying thanks..