Beautiful

Sleeping in the night's silence
we may rarely wake up
to hear the skies thundering loud,
waters roar into our house,
walls crack and roof is torn,
someone scared and someone alone,
some got buried in the famine's ground.
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That was a great stanza. You have penned the perfect storm . Like a novel with vivid words
You had good flow , good imagery , and wonderful imagination..
well done