dancing to the rhythm of rain,
the trees twirled, candidly
flailing to the beats of lightning
on the verge to flee.
with the icy wind accomplice,
each branch twisted its own way
each gust brought a fresh wave
of a lively spirit, of a roaring rave.
all night they swayed in the storm,
to the symphony, most melodic-
with pattering raindrops, and the rustled hum
careless and carefree.
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