The sky is grey and dark
Defying the sun to appear
Then the wind picks up
And thunder is getting near
Rain follows with lightning
Flashes that strike fear
And preludes the thunder
So loud it deafens the ear
But then its passes on
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...
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