wind whispering through leaves
rain soaking; crickets burrowing
dragon flies hiding; wet wings
tree trunks loose from ground
stronger wind coming from south
clouds carpet sky; i'm hostage
so quiet early morning; dark
lamp post peeking through window
yellowish filtered by pouring rain
flowing water on street solace
no debris; filling up lower place
fall cooled; i'm patiently waiting
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