The clouds start to tumble
and gather round and round
as the sky starts to rumble
and rain breaks through abound.
I sit here by the window
listening to nature's roar
I can't cease to wonder
What’s next in store
The trees blow
and the rain gets faster.
This is when - nature will show
who is their master.
~~Cynthia L. Kosman & Jim Smith~~
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