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Gentle as the breeze that blows
And sends the fields of daffodils
off to bow their weary heads
like fallen soldiers in the wind..

As subtle as the cloudy sky
That gently raises the home made kite
And blows ever so softly giving way,
Allowing it to take flight,

As calming as the setting sun.,
We sit and watch when the day is done..
As peaceful as the summer rain..
As it falls from a pale grey, sky.

As welcoming as the the Springtime is ,
Signalling that all life shall again begin,
And when you drink in all these things,
Then comes the Quiet storm.

And there may be lightening, and assuredly
There will be rain..
And sometimes the wind will howl and moan,
And just as suddenly all will be calm again..

And the next day when you awaken,
In the very early morn..
Drink in the sunny vibrant hues of red, yellow and blue,
That is the beauty of the Quiet Storm.