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Rain crackles on the sidewalks As the thunder bellows and roars. Cars hiss by on the wet streets As fallen leaves soar. Lightning flashes in the clouds As the trees dance in the wind. Chills and goosebumps rise on my arms As the cold rain hits my skin. Birds sing in their havens As rivers form in the parking lot. Blades of grass flinch and twitch  As they are pelted by raindrops. Cars sweat and weep buckets As they are left out in the stormy weather. Puddles form in the mud As raindrops splash ripples in them together. The scent of asphalt and rain Fills the cool, humid air As God’s rain calms my restless soul And washes away my despair.

Christmas Trees Hate Christmas

Christmas trees hate Christmas

It may be obvious why.

Christmas is the day 

That all the Christmas trees die.


As the days till Christmas 

Start counting down

The trees all tremble

And if they could, they’d frown.


As parents walk around the tree lot 

With joyful children in tow,

The trees watch in horror wondering 

“Who is next to go?”


The children point to different trees, 

Each shouting “Let’s get this one!”

The trees pointed out desperately wish 

That the ground would open up and swallow them.


Then there is the ax. 

Oh, the horrid tree’s bane!

The metal edge glints evilly in winter sunlight,

It’s cold metal hacks at every tree vein!


Oh, how the Christmas trees hate Christmas day! 

Blasted be the human tradition

Of chopping down innocent trees

For one single day in a season.


Each tree hopes every year 

That they are not chosen 

But the trees need not fear

Perhaps they will all go to heaven.


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