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Warm summer wind stirs arrant leaves
Rain sprinkles down on painted eaves Have you seen todays bulletin? They say a cold fronts moving in. Rain and wind are already here Thunder and hail they say are near lightning spits across pitch black skies A tornado!! run for your lives Twisting timbers, warping wood I'd be somewhere else if I could Nature's fury, what can we do? Be at awe and respectful too So sit right back, enjoy that show And take this with you as you go Remember one small fact at least... Behind the beauty, there hides the beast.
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