The wind rushes
moving the trees
setting the leaves to trembling
in anticipation
of the rain that falls
in a gentle dance,
then,
becomes
a thunderous applause
rushing rushing along with the wind
swirling and rising
refreshing everything
giving essence to
the mist on the mountains
the ripples on the lake
and the coolness of the air
as evening falls
-storm
LH
Reason for writing:
a rain storm,
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