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Apr 2014
If it's dark and I know
nobody is around
I go outside and lay
plastic sacks on the ground
then I open all the windows
and I listen for the sound
of the storm that was forecast
marching into town..
My Dad used to store logs for the fire in plastic sacks underneath my bedroom window. At night if I knew there was a storm on its way I would go outside to lay empty sacks all over the garden, then throw the windows wide open and fall asleep wrapped in blankets listening to the sound of the rain falling.
bones
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bones  England
(England)   
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