The willow stood restless under the assault of the wind. Its long, thin branches swayed with every turbulent breath.
Then came the rain, pouring down to splash again the ground in a soft pitter-patter.
The wind and the rain continued on through the night, battering at the willow and the earth around it.
When at last the light of day began to creep out from behind the distant mountain, the storm slowly subsided.
The willow still stood, though it had lost a few limbs to the whistling wind.
All would be well— until the next storm came.
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