The Passing Storm
Distant thunder wakes the trees
In the early morning light
Their leaves begin to twist and turn
As the wind displays it's might
The raindrops play a familiar tune
As they strain to reach the ground
The clouds are dark and angry
No sunlight can be found
All the birds seek shelter
To escape the coming storm
The trees now bow to meet the ground
As the wind betrays their form
A flash of lightning splits the sky
On it's way to an unknown place
Another one quickly follows
Like they were meant to race
Then all at once was silence
As the winds begin to die
The mighty storm is over
And quickly passes by
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