Storm
Even the green landscape
Listened
When the force of water
Made its appearance
Remnants
Of the hurricane
Pushing
Right into
The shadow of the north,
Where the storm
Fell like a comet
Into a sleeping sea of trees
Until
They split wide open
And streets
Became rivers
While the villagers
Got sober
With the high and low notes of rain.
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