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May 2015
Rain falling lightly against the windows,

Willingly going wherever the wind blows.

Clouds as black as the night,

Making the temperature as cold as ice.

Thunder booming and banging all over,

Louder than almost any Land-rover.

With lightening striking quick and fast,

The perfect weather is here at last.
Summer Jackson
Written by
Summer Jackson  Redding, CA
(Redding, CA)   
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