Hail
Wind
Rain
Chaos.
Fallen trees
Overturned cars
Ruined fences
Higher tides.
Inconvenient clean up
Sweep away water
Broken branches replete
Inconvenience for awhile.
Sun shining brightly clearly
Fresh branches beginning growth
New life beginning fresh
Birds singing in trees.
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After the storm, comes the sun touching earth encouraging growth of nature's essence. Good poem. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn