That gush of wind,
Those blossomed flowers
Shake their heads and smile.
The buzzing bees, sitting over them,
Sucking nectar for their hive.
That blazing sun,
The long length grass
Is shining in the light
Drenched by the sudden storm,
As day becomes night.
That blinding flash,
That deafening roll,
Rips everything in its path,
That homeless bird,
Those frightened squirrels,
Flee from fear in their heart
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