Natural Calamity

I like when I'm indoors,

And it rains heavily,

So much that it seems,

Like night even if it's four,

In the evening,

And the sound of the rain,

Falling on the rooftop rhythmically,

Syncs with my heart beats,

And calms all the storms,

That the thoughts form,

Sometimes, without any warning,

Mostly creating a havoc,

Like a natural calamity.