Out for a walk as storm clouds gather
Got to beat the pending hurricane
Joggers and hikers share my idea
Darting as fast as they can
The asphalt-paved railbed soon will be plush
With a carpet of rain-soaked leaves
The mossy rug lining the craggy rocks
Will turn a deeper emerald green
Incense will rise from the pungent wet grass
As crickets call from their hideouts
And as though they’re in love with autumn itself
The birds’ chirping will sound like a kiss.
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