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The Storm

It's late in the evening almost dark
Mother Sky is crying.
Her icy tears piercing small delicate leavs
hanging on the trees.
She's not holding back those tears
she's leting them go, after holding back for three months.
She slams her fists against the mountains
and the mountains echo her sobs.
The tears are falling and there bouncing
off our tin roof.
With the steady beat of bounce hit,hit
bounce hit, tap, tap, hit.
She's breathing heavy because the wind chim's are clanging against one another
and fliping up side down.
With one more hit and echoe
Mother Sky parts the low flying grey and black clouds.
Then she winks at us with her golden eye
saying that she, Mother Sky, is happy.

Description
The Storm

It's late in the evening almost dark
Mother Sky is crying.
Her icy tears piercing small delicate leavs
hanging on the trees.
She's not holding back those tears
she's leting them go, after holding back for three months.
She slams her fists against the mountains
and the mountains echo her sobs.
The tears are falling and there bouncing
off our tin roof.
With the steady beat of bounce hit,hit
bounce hit, tap, tap, hit.
She's breathing heavy because the wind chim's are clanging against one another
and fliping up side down.
With one more hit and echoe
Mother Sky parts the low flying grey and black clouds.
Then she winks at us with her golden eye
saying that she, Mother Sky, is happy.