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The storm predicted was much delayed
Though clouds did threaten, though wind began
Its quiet moaning, tree branches groaning.

We waited, waited – wondering
When heaven’s tensions would bring declension
To weather’s warmth and pleasantness.

When least expected, suddenly
A hurried haste of air and water
Gushed and guttered from the sky.

“It’s like a deluge!” – We take our refuge
‘Neath covered arches, no comfort wanting.

But soon it’s finished, the rain diminished,
The wind decreased, or almost ceased –
The sun appearing.

Now water jewels appear on trees
On branches glinting, our minds imprinting
With dreams of fairy fireflies.