Summer, with oppressive demeanor held sway.
But the blustering storms, with gale, flash, and deluge,
have brought with them change.
Now, where tepid water flowed,
the cool rill plays across the rocks.
The breezes, no longer sultry,
tease the leaves with light fingers,
wafting lazily, and carrying with them smoke
rising from the pyre of Summer's storm borne flotsam.
And ashes, falling soft and quiet,
foreshadowing Winter's downy snow.
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