It Was the Wind

It was the wind, when first it grew,

that carried news of rain that brewed;

it made the sun more true.



It was the rolling grey that veiled

the valley, while the wind prevailed;

it turned the sunlight pale.



It was the sweep of midday shade

that covered us while we surveyed;

it brought the vanguard spray.



It was the storm’s excessive zeal

that drove us in, with windows sealed;

it raised the fire’s appeal.

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This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement. The audio recording is also completely AI-free.