It
rained torrents last night
And
as usual the power failed:
Sitting
in the dark, I listened
To
the mayhem outside.
The
wind turned and returned to the windows
As
if emitted from the howling nostrils of
An
angry elemental god.
In
the morning, when I opened the window
The
trees were still, scared, and bent
Amid
a sprawling calm that spread around them.
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