In the remote lands of Pakistan,
Where the mountains rise and stand,
There lies a beauty wild and grand,
As the stormy weather takes command.
The sky turns dark as the clouds form,
Thunder rumbles, lightning is born,
The wind begins to howl and mourn,
As the stormy weather takes us on.
Raindrops fall, a deluge of tears,
Drenching the earth, washing the fears,
The parched land now green and clear,
As the stormy weather disappears.
The trees sway to the rhythm of the storm,
Nature’s music, a powerful form,
The landscape transformed, reborn,
As the stormy weather takes its norm.
In the remote lands of Pakistan,
Where the stormy weather holds its clan,
A sight to behold, a wonderland,
As nature’s fury takes a stand.
For in the midst of chaos and strife,
Lies a beauty, a precious life,
A reminder of the force of nature’s might,
As the stormy weather fades into the night.
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