Sudden Death

Soon, the cloud appears
Western sky dooms black
Wind hustling the trees
Branches gets crack
The rooftop flies off
Cattles running away
The silence and stealth
Keeps mum the bay

Nectar drops from up
Holding my coffee cup
I look down upon
everyone's submission

And then the Sun rises
From back of the Hills
The waiting gets a meaning
Golden rays pervades the field
A smile passes through
The eyes gets locked
Greenery gets even greener
With tinging of clock.