Wind
A breeze brushes the grass and the baby's breath sway in unison
Bees flutter between flower heads and butterflies flex their wings against the burgeoning breeze
the wind wafts and loosens leaves from the beech tree standing guard
building in strength as the blue sky darkens and with the blackness of the thunder clouds building
A crack of thunder sends blackbirds onto the wing
A gust from the gale brings down a broken branch to the ground
The first drops of rain burst from the clouds beating out a drum beat . bang,bang.bang
Not a wafting whiff of a wind we have a whirlwind .
brrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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