The Wind

Just a few lines of thought

The wind whistles over the mountains

Across the valley below

Just to let you know it’s there

And to say hello

The chill it brings makes the air go cold

You shiver and shake just to keep warm

It can also bring inclement weather

Hailstones, Rain or Snow

As it howls out its fearful call

Animals run for cover

To find a nice sheltered place

To huddle against one another

Darkened clouds form overhead

You know a storm is brewing soon

As darkness descends you tend to forget

Its only early afternoon

The Trees and Flowers will welcome

The storm that is about to commence

But an Owl contemplates his next move

As he sits upon a fence

The nearby wood seems to be

His refuge throughout the coming storm

So off he flies to sit and wait

Till all returns to norm

The Deer are all running wildly

Frightened at what is about to occur

As other creatures run and hide

Suddenly everything’s a blur

As the Wind and Rain starts to pour down

With Hailstones, Snow and Rain

The Valley becomes a desolate place

Until better weather returns again

Shortly all is quiet

As the storms desist and leave

But leaving behind such devastation

Such a sight is hard to believe.

Author's Note

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