That night the thunder roared loudly
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It never even missed a beat
As it made its entrance known proudly
Yet the humble lightning won the race every time.
And the rain fell in torrents
While the earth's arms accepted it gladly
Raising its waves to welcome it in currents.
And a single white snow fell from the skies
With the aim to change the scenery to its fashion
Beckoning to the others as it reached its demise.
That dawn the master called to his servant,
"I beseech thee to provide me with some water
The horrid night has made my throat, for relief, hunt!"
The loving and loyal servant faked a snore
For sleep was now his leader,
He could not obey a single command any more.
Then, as the master lay in his bed forlorn
His soul was rocked by the call to prayer of that morn
And he pondered: "How in this night of nights
When my servant was stricken by all frights
Was this man able to fulfill his duty?
This is something of consequence, truly!!
For I have requested and my servant did not heed my call
Yet this slave fulfills the command of his Master
Whom he has neither met, nor seen, nor heard at all!"