The Storm
It approaches,
It's gray arms outstretched, reaching for more.
Clouds tumble into view,
A sudden quiet settles in.
No movement in the treetops as the sky
Becomes a blanket above them.
The forest is still,
Waiting for the storm to break.
It is as dark as night.
The silence is shattered by the crack of lightning.
the earth awakens with a start.
The wind begins bullying the trees,
As they sway to and fro
In almighty disapproval of this disturbance!
The clouds open and reveal their offerings.
Mother Earth is grateful.
She opens her arms and drinks it in.
The storm hurries on.....
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