In the heart of the tempest, waves spun sideways, looking for shells to sing them home.
The raindrops laughed, splashing puddles that caught glimpses of bright clouds and stories untold.
"Run, rabbit, run!", they called, as whispers lingered like bubbles in the air.
Outside, the trees clapped hands, gave shade for dreams, while shadows played hide and seek.
Birds rode storms on wings wide, searching for the sun, while the earth hummed songs of tomorrow.
And the wind, oh the wind, tickled every little leaf, aching to dance.