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The sun shone down, Red from smoke in the sky, Yellow from dust hung in the air. Then the storm came. The sky went grey, The trees blew bent, Torrents beat the ground into mud. Then the storm passed, And the sun shone down From a wind-cleared blue sky Through air rinsed clean by the rain.
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:12 PM UTC
Rainstorm
The sun shone down, Red from smoke in the sky, Yellow from dust hung in the air. Then the storm came. The sky went grey, The trees blew bent, Torrents beat the ground into mud. Then the storm passed, And the sun shone down From a wind-cleared blue sky Through air rinsed clean by the rain.
Ever notice, after a storm, that the air tastes that much sweeter after the atmosphere has circulated?
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Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:12 PM UTC
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