There is something happening
The clouds try to run from it
The trees that out look to the pedestrians
Dupree, sad, low branches warn them

First the ruffles in the trees
They don’t try to hold up against these demanding winds
Relaxing is the only option

Then the clouds draw closer together
Cuddling like toys in a small toy box
Looking back there is nothing but black

Finally the shaking of the ground
People turn in shock
Scream in surprise
The wind howls and roars

Even before you reach shelter
It’s over

Fluffy white clouds separate
After the sign of the end of the storm
The trees are thankful for the end of the rush

There is still a strong push from the wind
But it’s gentle like a mother’s touch
The song has changed from a
Powerful, loud song
To a
Joyful, calm song