Wind, whistle away, whistle away, say the swaying trees. We bend, we dance, we stir with passion for the coming rains.
You, wind are the drums that keep the rhythm of the storms to be.
Rain, come down, come down, says the ground below. We await the quenching of our thirst for you, and for the nutrients you provide so abundantly.
You, rain are the pounding of feet dancing around a ring of fire.
Clouds full of moisture, you are the towers that spring forth the water from your silos.
Thunder and lightening, you are the friends who are the life of the storm. You bring excitement, fear, and a beautiful show that can be seen and heard from miles away.
I'm in awe of how all of these instruments come together to create beautiful music from time to time.
I never tire of their company nor of the rich and beautiful gifts in which they each bring with them.
How lucky am I to enjoy the show and applaud the creator who provides the stage for such a production.
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