Leaves stirring winds of a brewing storm coming over
the horizon, spreading quickly into the atmosphere.
Dark gray clouds now facing each other, daring the
other to strike earth first with a downpour.
Lightening and thunder, looking down upon earth,
getting ready to disturb it, shaking it's calm peace.
Beautiful, sudden quiet, a total stillness upon us
for moments in time before being hit full force.
With the power of it's wind, leaves now being blown
across the pavement, scraping their heads.
Being bumped around, everything else being blown into
another area where they don't belong at all.
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