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Jun 2014
It rained.
My legs stick to the rock wall
Where I'm sitting.
It's humid.

It's sunny.
I take a deep breath and relax
And feel the warmth.
It's hot.

It's breezy.
My hair tickles my nose
Where the wind has tossed it.
It's cool.

It's sprinkling.
I shiver where a drop
Slips slowly down my back.
It's wet.

It's pouring.
Water streams though my hair
And down my face.
It's chilly.

It's cloudy.
The rain lifts off of me
In great clouds of steam.
It's humid.

It's sunny.
My hair drips water onto my face
But I'm dry.
It's hot.
Sibyl Vane
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Sibyl Vane
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   Erenn and Brittany Zedalis
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