The Unknown
Rain is coming,
Slowly leaves flip over
Displaying their soft, green bellies.
They prepare to fill themselves,
With the approaching bounty
Ominous sky
A Grim omen, what comes?
We small men scurry to shelter.
We fear there may be danger
If the sky claps and flashes.
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