The Wind, it shrieks and howls, crying for refuge.
The Trees, they quiver and shudder, fearing death.
The Rain, it pounds and shakes the windows and doors, demanding entrance.
The Lightning, it slices and shears the sky apart, thirsting for destruction.
The Thunder, it growls and roars, seeking vengeance.

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The Wind sings sweetly a song most pleasant.
The Trees dance gracefully to its soothing reverie.
The Rain washes away all worries or wants.
The Flowers turn towards the sun in thanks.
The Rainbow sighs contentedly at all the beauty below.