A Strange Night

1
The cool night turned a storm
The grey linings of the clouds
Wore out with the passing firmaments
The trees swirled in a wild dance
The fallen leaves lept up in joy
The imminent wind has come to play
To the tune of Natures fury
The wind, the rain and the lightning
2
The previous night it was calm
The hamlet was relaxed, alive
The winds wooed all, but was friendly
The men drank their dark ale
Slapping their thighs in laughter
As the village clown pops in to smile
The women sat in the small huts
Discussing, waiting for the men to come
To the warmth of the firelight
The children all huddled together
Telling tales of the days toil
It was just a moment of rest
And beautiful tranquility…
As the hamlet lay in the midst
Of heavy vegetation of trees and shrubs
3
The next night became strange
The wind had come with a new face
A fiery one, and he had come
With his friends, the rain and the lightning


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