NATURE’S
BATTLE
A
low mist covers the town, its drizzle hanging damply in the air.
It’s
not a time to be out on the streets, for those who rush about their business,
heads down, soaked to the skin.
With
puddles gathering like small lakes, the rain starts, a sudden torrent showing
no mercy for young or old.
Like
the wind through the trees water courses down the drains in a bid to escape
this wet world it created.
Soon
the rain will stop making way for the wind and cold in nature’s restless battle
against the town.
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