The winds are starting to whip. The clouds are thickening, a wall of steel grey in the sky, swollen with moisture, ready to burst fourth and soak the earth.
The first droplets are ready to fall, the iron damn the only thing holding them back.
The wind shifts, the thunder rolls, the lightening cracks. The storm begins. The rain falls, soaking the ground, pooling in the street, rushing down storm drains.
The wind begins to howl like an angry wolf, lightening pierces the sky in forked tongues. Trees start to sway, bend, and twist with the violence of the storm, some remain standing, others fall, shaking the very earth with their mighty trunks as they crash to the ground.
The storm rages on.
The wind rips roots from the ground, cracking the earth with great fissures.
The wind roars now as the storm escalates. And then suddenly, it's over. The clouds begin to part, the birds begin to sing again. And as the storm moves on, it leaves in it's a wake a sign of hope.
A beautiful rainbow, shining brightly and clearly in the now calm skies, offering a glimpse of hope after the storm has passed.
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