Tuesday, January 19, 2010


The wind sounds mythical and dark
It whooshes and weaves
Wind and rain are assailing and present
The wind screams in and about then leaves
Only the rain to be heard for a short while
Then silence all around
But then once again loud and dismal
It screeches and the eaves are assaulted
Leaving abruptly
The rain is alone...

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