Storm coming

Wind rustle in the trees,

Rain drops twinkle and sparkle,

In the night, bright with light.

Thunder rumbles, lightening flashes.

The storm comes on unhurried and unconcerned.

Mothers comfort children,

Old folks whisper half forgotten tales.

Still the storm comes on.
Until at last the peaked furry subsides, and quiet calm remains.

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