Watcher in the Tree

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The rain, it ansembles to the ground.
Wordlessly, making the loudest pound.
It isn't singled out anymore;
It's more of a suttle blur.
The sky is gray, small cracks let-
Steady waters flow,-
Through hands of greater power.
A rumble, goes from my left...-
To my right...
Rushing water, or agua some say,-
Flash... Rumble... Snap!
There is a watcher, in the tree.

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