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I listened to the sound of rain

upon the leaves

approaching with the wind

— the rain and wind were still some woods away

I listened to the terror of the wind

upon the leaves in anger tearing them

untimely out of life and swirling them

at random in the dark upon the ground

I listened to the calm that came

from nowhere on the leaves

when suddenly the angry air was gone

I heard them welcome with relief

the newborn silence of the night

and watch in awe for dawn