Is it the wind blowing
Outside it is dark and damp
Trees are swinging and lowing
Is it a storm coming
The stars are simmering in
The dark sky and inside a hole
In the tree the surly owl is dreaming
Is it safe to go out
To watch the rain falling
To stand at the door to feel
The cool drops in the body
To catch some and in joy shout
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