When the storm was nearly gone
I walked along a shaded place
where I had been so many times before.
I stayed awhile
and when the rain had stopped
I listened to the drops
that fell down through the tree tops
and landed on the carpet made of leaves.
There was no other sound
around the place I stood  —
and soon that sound diminished
as the leaves began to dry.
And then the silence came
to claim that shaded place.

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