The trees are gently shaking
As the sky's grow quite dull;
Cloud formations now appear.
Now quickly coming toward us,
A chill runs through the air.
Storm rains are coming through.
The wind takes over control
As the earth gets battered,
By rain from up above.
Painful and sharp are the drops;
Thunder claps overhead;
Lighting makes the ground tremble.
Rain has evaporated;
Thunders all depleted;
Lighting is disappearing.
Temperatures are rising now.
Dying down is the wind;
So still, the trees have become.
Sun brakes through misty landscapes
With rays of goldenness;
East wind pushes clouds westward.
Where sunbeams do hit the ground,
Raindrops all do glisten
In splendor for all to see.
Slowly trees begin to drip;
Puddles drain all away;
The sun shines though all the day.
written by Evelyn Creon
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