Surviving a Storm
Rain hit the house,
thrown by the force
of the wind.
Whooossshhh!
The only time I'd
heard that sound
was when a
limb came down.
Not this time.
Only scattered debris
came off the trees.
But, in the garden,
two stalks of
a coneflower stretched
out on the ground.
A pink blossom was
spattered with mud.
The plant did not
seem to be broken.
Perhaps, it did
what it had to do
to survive.
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