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Falling rain the colour of steel, cast down by the wind blown clouds.
Count the drops in the million, a never-ending torrent drowning the land,
better stay indoors or you’re in for a swim.
See it beat upon your window like a madmen with a drum,
the power of nature in all her ragged glory.
Tuesday 3rd July 2012 6:59 pm
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