The rippling waves,
The birds chirping
The frogs croaking.
Every beast getting to their home,
The calm before a storm;
The thunder shouting,
The wind yelping.
In fear if not in fright,
The world gets ready holding its young;
Hoping the best,
Preparing the worst.
The storm is good,
It creates,
Its destroys,
And it nourishes.
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