A raging rainstorm descends with roaring thunder and wind. Afterwards, it became still again, the air fresh, and sunny skies return.

This poem is subjective as well as objective. It is sprung from the cores of heart yet it spraeds to the whole Universe.

After listening to the horrifying news on the radio, Rose felt uneasy and extremely worried. She was waiting for Maung Ba in the house. He was late coming home. She began to panic.