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The clouds were dense
And the water in them seemed to condense
Almost ready to dispense
All that looked immense

Just before it could commence
The wind rose in defense
What made trees sway as if in self-defense
As the wind rose to prominence.

Though without offense
The clouds became tense
And could dare not dispense
Anything costing a pence.

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