The wind howls, the trees sway,
The loose house-top sheets clatter and clang like a ghost is passing by.
The open windows shut with a bang
And the skies filled with endless lightning makes night of the day.
Helter-skelter the parents run, pressed with a thousand minor cares. " Hey, you there! Pack the house-wares!" And " where on earth is my son? "
" Where have you been, you naughty boy?" The child can feel nothing but joy, for he loves the approach of rain. The streets clear, the houses fill, the noise gathers as children shout to rival the raging wind without, ravenous dark clouds move steadily interrupted occasionally will bright flashes of lightning
Then, from the once-blue heavens, accompanied by noise that deafens, steadily pours the rain

By Bishop Love

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