Trees Are Blowing

April 7, 2008
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Trees Are blowing, leaves falling; Clouds are growing, thunder roaring. Waves are cashing, lightning flashing. Some are big, Some are small, some are cold and some are warm. Here comes the rain it begins to pour.

Oh rain it smells so fresh. It's so cold it stings your flesh. Kids watching the rain starting to fade. They just wish it would go away. The sound of pitter patter is all you can hear, it's the type of storm people fear.

Clouds shrinking rain just misting. Storms weakening wind is whispering.





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