A ripple of air passes over a

curtain in an open window.


Papers tumble gently, trapped

at the base of a picket fence.


A weathervane signals

direction, twisting quickly.


A furious language descends.

Shutters slap senselessly

without rhythm.


Tree tops swirl like ocean

bottom seaweed.


Leaves and branches are

swallowed by winds appetite.


Clouds swell. The sky ignites

with jagged bristling tails.


Rain releases the beginning

of healing.


The storm finds reason to move.

Sounds fade to welcome release.





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