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Sep 2018
Sit quietly and listen
Far out of eyesight
Through the mountains and the valleys
the storm is coming
Hear that rolling thunder crashing in the heavens
Smell the sweet scent of rain falling off in the distance
Get a brief glance of lightning as it dashes high above
Dark clouds may be coming but the pluviophile knows that without the rain
There is no growth
Written by
Hunter
400
     Olivia A Keaton
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