Calm before and after

Drips trickle in

while awaiting the storm

Splashing and puddling

they dance with the leaves.

The blue sky leaves

the gray moves in

over the light that shines

from far beyond

where it is still.

Still, the storm has yet to arrive

The distance rumbles

and trees sway

and birds call

Call it the calm

the wind disagrees

singing through chimes

emergent chaos

Chaos passes by

debris remains

and all is still

Still, the storm has yet to arrive

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