Does anyone hear the wind and the rain?
Can you hear the thunder?
Then he will count 1 2 3 4
The Storm rolling in on the dark gray clouds.
He remembers from his past to count 1 2 3 4.
The lighting flash strikes!
Four miles away, the storm must be.
Eyes wide with fear, he runs down the dark path he stumbled upon.
The wind, the thunder,the lighting, the rain.
With no where else to turn he huddles down under the
bush of bright red.
Remembering the prayer of his Grandfather;
He prays for peaceful music to fill his now beating heart.
With hands shivering with cold, he covers his ears;
Closes his eyes and tears of fear roll down his red cheeks.
"Remember young ladd, the angles sing to those that seek peace."
Thunder became drums, lighting became the cymbals, The rain and wind became the words.
His heart slowed, the shivering hands lifted towards the clouds and... It was at that moment he heard the music...
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