Raging river full of flood
Follow the mushroom's shadow
The crickets sound the way.
A dragon turns; The rain begins to fall
Your dog looks toward the sky
The cow sings Moo, It's not black and white but blue
The fog rolls into the plains.
Water against rocks like the steady resolve of a nation
The rain falls pitter patter on leaves
The seasons change, the old oak groans
But no one is there to hear
The frogs hop skelter for shelter
The water seeks its level
Pine trees bristle
The cobwebs glisten
The birds dry off their wings.
Head for cover before the wind recovers
and a gale starts heading this way
The ground shudders
The squirrels scatter
Bugs hurry here and there
When the lightning flashes
And the thunder comes like an echo
One would dread the end.
Then the drops start to lessen
and among the treetops
The light beckons
Order is hereby restored
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