Storm of modern poetry

When Xia Feng is at rest;

When the cicada in the tree doesn't sing;

When swallows fly low, white clouds travel westward;

I know

You want to come.

Dark clouds are rolling in on one side of the sky;

Local ants began to move;

When frogs sing, lightning flashes and thunder thunders;

I know

You want to come.

When the wind blows the leaves;

When the golden wheat waves begin to roll;

Pedestrians are in a hurry and there are few raindrops;

I know

You're already here.

Dear storm,

Why did you come so late?

You know

How we miss you!

Because it's just you,

In order to make this noisy world quiet;

Only you,

Will make the earth put on new clothes.

It will sober up the turbid air.

Dear storm,

There you are at last.

We greet you with excitement;

Please open your eyes and see,

Without you,

They started to lose control,

The war in the west has not stopped,

Go and douse it!

Let people have a quiet and peaceful environment.

Unfortunately,

You will only stay here for a while.

How I wish you would stay,

But I'm afraid you'll be furious,

Wash away all the injustice in this world.

So, what will be left in this world?

Ah! Ah! Ah!