The Wind of the Grasslands
The wind stampedes across the tundra like a herd of wild horses
Rising and falling at every role of a hill
Sweeping acros the land erasing the slightest trace of a living creature
The animals huddle toether to escape the haunting lashes of the wind
The wind whips into the faces of those left out as though it were the mane of a wild horse
Howling moans come from the small clifts as the wind flys over it's edge
The sky darkens as the wild free wind gallops across the prarie
The sun slowly fades in the fast moving clouds that are tormented by the wind
Drops of rain start to fall like descending angels
More and more angels drop from the heavens
Lightening flashes and thunder cracks
Small animals scurry down their holes as the wind moves faster
Suddenly the sun breaks forth
And the storm is gone more quickly than it came
Like a spooked herd of horses the wind races off to the unknown
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