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View from the window The rain was hung like sheets, and pounded It pounded so hard that no birds or beasts ventured (forth) even if their own lives depended on it But the rain has stopped the forest fires but hasn't stopped the lichen from hanging nor the arthritic pain in my back Thank you rain for all the mushrooms! |
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What else is there to do on a soggy day?
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