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"The Train"

I listen to the sound of the rain

beating ferociously against my window pane.
Darkness contains my distress,
In a room of uncertainty,I’m frightened, yet aware,
that this is a storm, that just doesn’t care.

All around my windows, the wind howls and thrashes,
Pushing , .. pushing,…, no manners has it !
Devouring in it’s radius many created things,
Many peoples lives will never be the same
I listen to the sound of the rain.

Then , suddenly exhausted, the wind calms,
and the rain, it comes to a complete stop,
Like children resting after a hard play.
A still moment in the nestling place,
of sunshine after the rain.

I crack open the window,
And breathe the cool mist of a sudden calm,
Careful not to disturb the tiny spider,
in the corner on my windowsill, that lived,
while the house across the street is gone

Mother Nature decided to get stirred up again,
with another burst of energy, a second round of wind,
Very close to my house, I hear a loud rumble,
I listen to the sound of a train
The closer it got the louder it became

Picking up passengers as it hurried byThe trees from my yard.The shed in the back.The car I own.My neighbor’s cat .

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