A tepid breeze rustles the leaves
high and above,
Thunder claps in the distance
as if a flock of doves.
Someone walks silently through the forest,
Quiet as a mouse, not touching the ground,
Watching the creatures both big and small,
They scurry about, the rain is going to pound.
Attempting to find shelter
in the green grass that's tall,
In the ground, or in the trees,
it's not that hard at all.
The enveloping nature
decides to take warning
as the clouds turn to gray,
and cloak the early morning.
In the many deep browns and greens,
Loud chirping arises from the ground,
until it harmonizes
with all the panicked sounds.
Lightning illuminates the path,
signaling the rain to start
Winds terrorize the trees,
swirling them together and apart.
Water rushes from the heavens,
an enormous waterfall upon the Earth,
Soaking everything in sight,
including a seedling's birth.
When the torrential rain
becomes light, little drops,
birds begin to take baths,
in the high tree tops.
The dark gray sponges
up in the fight,
cease and make way
for the rejuvenating light.
Brave little animals
come out and play
And it becomes,
a clear, cloudless day.
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