The sunshine spreads
Peeking with fire-like brilliance;
Burning the dirt and
Pelting with rays of radiance.
Trees swaying to and fro;
Winds tossing leaves high and low;
Limbs dwindling, dangling and pumping;
Leaves shooting and dunking.
A whirlwind of dust floating...
Winds raging and branches looping;
Scooping withered leaves so high...
Some soaring and falling from the sky.
The rain came pouring down,
Disturbing everything on the ground;
Giving objects a powered wash;
Chasing every drip that makes a dash.
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