The Storm

Animals tremble with fear,
The trees smell it and rustle their leaves.
The air is filled with the whispers of,
"A storm is coming."

The wind whispers in return,
"You should be afraid,
For I am more powerful than you will ever be."

The clouds try to roll in quietly,
But the lighting is behind,
With thunder roaring.

Rain pounds and pours,
The hail hits the ground,
Then peters off,
The wind's roar once again a whisper.

The animals and trees become alive with motion again,
Whispering that, "we made it,"
But the wind is whispering,
"Next time you might not be so lucky."

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