Awaiting

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Crisp, tanned leaves blow throughout the southern winds.

The sound of gentle nature whistles and crunching fronds.

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The smell of the mid-day deluge soon to come flows through the slightest breeze.

Yet, the broad sunlight genuflects from a gardening hose drizzle.

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The sound of rusted chains holding children swings is heard upon the tallest ridges.

Children run to their mothers and fathers as the announced gale rushes ahead.

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The rainstorm in front of their crystal eyes brushes through the laden breeze.

Parents lock the doors and stare through the translucent, rain-drenched windows as the hail rapidly falls.

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The awaited storm began with a single

drop,

But the rain will soon last forever.

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