Wind blew away. Tumbled trees. Across the road were slain. Trees deceased. One or few. Caught by the branches. Felled. Chaos in diversion's drench. Liken to flowers on tender stems.
Trains deceased for hour of rush. As leaves and rainfall both did gush. Muddles of puddles. Leonine wind. Did the holy roar. Sent from heaven or forced from hell.
Today the weather she presents no passion. Slight chill in her heart. Sun in her eye. Storm forced out. Fear did die. Silent clouds drift through blue skies. By ladylivvi1