बुर्ज़ा.

Coś co mi przeszkodziło w popołudniowej wyprawie na spotkanie ze szczęściem.

Wind rustled crunching leaves
That on the sidewalk lay.
There was a big storm coming
On a windy Autumn day.

Thunder rumbled overhead
And shook me through and through.
A jagged bolt of lightning struck!
The sky then cracked in two!

Rain washed down the dirty road.
It hissed, and gushed, and muttered.
The downpour swept dead leaves away
Into the bubbling gutter.

Author: James K. McAlister"The Storm".