| The Storm The breeze blows softly through the window again I listen to it's sound and feel it's effect Outside, I hear the gentle rythm of the rain and watch, as one by one, the droplets collect, So that all around small puddles form; The wind pauses, as if delayed, Untill all at once it whips up the storm! With the rain falling harder, larger puddles are made The wind builds it's crescendo with violent force! to a climaxed peak, before it's gradual fade And the storm's demise, having run it's course. |
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