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Storm. All is calm. A deathly silence fills the air. There is an expectant sense, Even the breeze dare not blow. The sky is overcast, The clouds are ready to let loose their fury, The scene is set, It is about to rain. At first it falls gently, A few drops here and there. Hardly making any impact Yet making a soft sound. They fill the air with a scent. As they merrily splash onto the ground. Men scurry towards shelter as Gradually the intensity increases. Like a musical composition, It begins softly before rising to a crescendo. A flash of light, A roar of sound, This signals the beginning of the storm. The wind picks up, slowly but steadily, Until it is a gale, a breeze no more. The drops are angry now, More in number, they hit the ground. Thousands upon thousands , Like an invading army. The noise is deafening. The wind howls now, as if in anguish and pain. Sheets of water come pouring down. Nothing is visible, Nothing can be heard, Except for the raging torrent, and the wailing wind. Anything unprotected is doomed. The trees crash down, uprooted by the tremendous power, The force is unbelievably strong. No one dare defy the tempest. The ground has disappeared, Under a carpet of murky water. Nothing is spared, nothing is forgotten. This continues for quite some time. Torrents of water lashed out on creation. What was the cause of this violent outburst? Who can explain the whims of nature. All men were helpless, they could only wait, For the storm to pass, for normality to return. Thunder clapped loudly in applause, At the terrific show that the lightning performed. Trees were reduced to ashes, Before the rain could put out the fire, It is all a spectacle, a concert for the gods. Slowly the fury doth die down. Gently the strength diminishes. Slowly the power dies out. Calmness returns, the wind tires, A gentle breeze blows now . Clouds have destroyed themselves, The Sun returns, and spreads its warmth. The earth recovers from the wind's blows. Everything is new, and clean, All sins have been washed away. It is a new beginning, a Rebirth. A cleaner better reincarnation of the old. All foulness has left the air. The earth is fresh from its shower. Birds begin to twitter again. A fresh life has begun, The storm is but temporary, The Sun will shine again. There will be other tempests, Other furious frenzies. But remember !Always remember The storm will pass.
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