The wind talks in a very
Loud sound
Whispers softly
As it calms down
Walks very fast
As it sweeps the street
And dark clouds
Begin to wander the sky
While a storm
It watches the earth
Just like a private eye
The river rages
But still water
It has nowhere to run
We welcome the rain
That's coming
But we would much rather
See the sun!
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