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The Storm

 I Ran to the forest for shelter,
Breathless, half sobbing;
I put my arms round a tree,
Pillowed my head against the rough bark.
"Protect me," I said.
"I am a lost child.
" But the tree showered silver drops on my face and hair.
A wind sprang up from the ends of the earth; It lashed the forest together.
A huge green wave thundered and burst over my head.
I prayed, implored, "Please take care of me!" But the wind pulled at my cloak and the rain beat upon me.
Little rivers tore up the ground and swamped the bushes.
A frenzy possessed the earth: I felt that the earth was drowning In a bubbling cavern of space.
I alone-- Smaller than the smallest fly--was alive and terrified.
Then for what reason I know not, I became trium- phant "Well, kill me!" I cried and ran out into the open.
But the storm ceased: the sun spread his wings And floated serene in the silver pool of the sky.
I put my hands over my face: I was blushing.
And the trees swung together and delicately laughed.

by Katherine Mansfield
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