The wind howls,
showing its strength.
The rain pounds,
showing its dominance.
The team up,
swaying the trees and creating a chill in the air.
The wind talks to the rain,
in their own secret language,
leaving us in confusion of what will come next.
The mate together for hours,
never once slowing down.
It’s like a complex dance,
and we know none of the steps
so majestic.
The wind blows,
showing its strength.
The rain pounds,
showing its dominance.
They will dance in harmony forever.
