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if morning skies wildfires blazed deep into my berried mountains charred forests blackened acres branches turned to soot trees devoured to root in fiendish flash now mostly ash so the sound this morning of drizzling drenching summer rain mizzling melting pelting gusty sheets spitting pouring swirling spurts quickening singing (yes oh yes) O sweetest wettest weeping swishing blowing sweeping heaven-sent relief |
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