Across the sky of my country,
A storm is approaching.
Dark clouds are gathering,
And the wind is howling.
The sea is choppy,
And the waves are crashing against the shore.
The trees are swaying,
And the leaves are flying.
People are running for shelter,
But it is too late.
The storm is upon us,
And there is no escape.
The wind is so strong,
It is knocking down houses.
The rain is so heavy,
It is flooding the streets.
The rivers are overflowing their banks,
And the fields are underwater.
The crops are ruined,
And the livestock is drowning.
The people are terrified,
And they do not know what to do.
They are calling for help,
But there is no help to be found.
The storm is getting worse,
And it is spreading.
It is now raging across the entire country,
And there is no end in sight.
The people of my country are suffering,
And they do not know when it will end.
They are crying for mercy,
But their cries are going unheard.
The storm is a punishment from God,
For the sins of our people.
We have turned our backs on Him,
And we are paying the price.
We must repent of our sins,
And turn back to God.
Only then will the storm stop,
And the sun will shine again.