the sky was the color of wine
and the sea was like pea green soup
and the wind did howl
like a wolf on the prowl
and the clouds did a loopty loop
the hurricane came with a growl
and the trees did the shimmy and shake
and down came a few
but what can we do
when the gods of fair weather forsake
in the stillness soon after the blow
I can see that the earth means no harm
the wind must subside
with the out flowing tide
till the tropics spin up the next storm
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