.[Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison lr Davies]
It starts as a faint purr, rippling, beckoning,
Stealing the evening's baking heat.
It steps to the side, foot tapping, hop skipping.
Without formation, no sense of the beat.
And then comes the mean, heartrending echo.<.>
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