The rainfall(an afrikan rainstorm)

Very high,far above resides a happy shining ball:spinning peacefully adazzling.
But without awareness the heavens puts on a frowned face like an angry cub ready to pounce on its prey.Maybe pregnant of a war;the sky stops its far giving out a loud cry like the roar of a million lions gave out its frightening lights. The mother hen sensing the war,gathers her chicks under the safety of her wings.Pedestrains never left-out ran hellter-skelter,like the view of a scattered cans:behold the traffic jam,like the sight of a colourful scenery;umbrellas filled the sky. "All because the sky had frowned"
who knows when she will give birth?
Soon she sends out an esteemed messenger.
Even the tallest trees bow as it passes.
The dust even dances up to the rythm of the whirl.
She must had suffered the pains of labour;giving out a loud cry,like the cry of a thousand stenorians...
It starts raining,gushing &flooding .
Like the beams of smiles in the face of a delivered mother:the face of the sky gradually brightens-up.
Behold on the longest rope came she down.
Leaving the land on the mercy of the hail.Who knows when she will stop? Written by Kenneth ugochukwu onuorah- For your freebrowsing codes and cheat visit http://www.All9freebrowsingcodes.Blogspot.Com keep updated and send your requests and comments or call 2347036893230