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The strom...
The day begins bright and sunny
What a beautiful day
The sky is a warm blue
The birds sing a new song
A song of life
A song celebrating surviving, making it to the next day.
A warm breeze passes through
All is well here.
Smiles and laughs
Unsuspecting
As the day proceeds, the sky begins to darken
The wind starts to rush, as if running away
The birds spread their wings and take flight
The way they take off, so majestic
An awe really, watch closely and you too will capture the beauty
Drop by drop
The rain begins
Slowly
Steadily, gaining speed
Rain begins to pour.
The sky completely darkned
A shade of grey
It makes you stop and stare
If the sky had face, would it be a glare?
Soon a symphony starts to play, first the drum roll of thunder, followed by a dash of lightning
The sounds in a harmony
A show
Playing for your enjoyment
Such a treasure
There is beauty in the strom
What a beautiful day
The sky is a warm blue
The birds sing a new song
A song of life
A song celebrating surviving, making it to the next day.
A warm breeze passes through
All is well here.
Smiles and laughs
Unsuspecting
As the day proceeds, the sky begins to darken
The wind starts to rush, as if running away
The birds spread their wings and take flight
The way they take off, so majestic
An awe really, watch closely and you too will capture the beauty
Drop by drop
The rain begins
Slowly
Steadily, gaining speed
Rain begins to pour.
The sky completely darkned
A shade of grey
It makes you stop and stare
If the sky had face, would it be a glare?
Soon a symphony starts to play, first the drum roll of thunder, followed by a dash of lightning
The sounds in a harmony
A show
Playing for your enjoyment
Such a treasure
There is beauty in the strom
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