The Seven -Sonnet
The Seven -Sonnet
That day the wind was a howling wolf
That day the ocean was raging in the gulf,
That day the thunder was a mighty lion
That day fireworks were up in the sky in,
That day no sparkling diamond was seen
That day the clouds were, the mood of mean,
That day the white balloon was hidden
That day the golden ball had goodbye bidden,
All the peahens were rejoicing
The flowers were happily singing,
For the rain had finally come from heaven
On the seventh hour, the seventh day, the month Seven!