"Do you hear it?"
"Hear what?" the little girl asked.
The men were in the dining room,
huddled around the radio.
She had been told to go outside.
To wait until it was all over.
"Listen closely," her grandma whispered.
She strained her ears, but all she could hear were the murmer of voices slowly rising in the kitchen and the rustle of the leaves.
"What is it Grandma?" she asked once more.
Her Grandma's eyes twinkled.
"The sound of a storm. The sound of a reckoning. The sound of change."
The little girl smiled, for she could not hear it, but she wanted to, and she knew she would.
"Hear what?" the little girl asked.
The men were in the dining room,
huddled around the radio.
She had been told to go outside.
To wait until it was all over.
"Listen closely," her grandma whispered.
She strained her ears, but all she could hear were the murmer of voices slowly rising in the kitchen and the rustle of the leaves.
"What is it Grandma?" she asked once more.
Her Grandma's eyes twinkled.
"The sound of a storm. The sound of a reckoning. The sound of change."
The little girl smiled, for she could not hear it, but she wanted to, and she knew she would.
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