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Yet again the rain. Once again washing the colour from the day. Wet and liquid grey clouds  obliterating the sun, preventing full daylight from reaching this streaming place. Until, an early dreary evening when, with curtains closed drum-rolls against the window as passing flurries of wind throw volleys at the glass here where the rain lives.                                        By Phil Roberts
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
WHERE THE RAIN LIVES
Yet again the rain. Once again washing the colour from the day. Wet and liquid grey clouds  obliterating the sun, preventing full daylight from reaching this streaming place. Until, an early dreary evening when, with curtains closed drum-rolls against the window as passing flurries of wind throw volleys at the glass here where the rain lives.                                        By Phil Roberts
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Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
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