It begins slowly.

                                             Dark clouds loom in the distance.

          The wind grows stronger. Shadows creep across the land. The first bold drop falls.

The storm grows ever stronger. Rain pounds the street, drenching everything. Droplets ride the wind and prance.

                      It marches along, like an army on the move, guns cracking above.

                                        Rain drops twirl a frenzied dance.

                                           The storm’s heart arrives.

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             Then

             the rain

             recedes.

                                                             And

                                                          the wind

                                                          fades too.

                                                                                                      The

                                                                                                 dark clouds

                                                                                                    retreat.