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Storm

Sweet whispers came with the rain.

Slight moisture in the morning. Over pastures it began forming.

Playing the same tune for all to hear.

Fear was first.

Warmth was far. Cold was near.

The wind is here.

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This is beautiful!

Thanks, it means a lot! @oceanelsie and @cockhead