1
The cool night turned stormy.
The gray linings of the clouds
wore out as the firmament passed.
The trees swirled in a wild dance.
The fallen leaves leaped up in joy.
The imminent wind had come to play
to the tune of Nature’s 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 were friendly.
The men drank their dark ale,
slapping their thighs in laughter,
as the village clown popped 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 day’s toil.
It was just a moment of rest
and beautiful tranquility…
As the hamlet lay amid
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.