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We are not the ******* first summer rain, anymore. When heated water vapor condenses and unstable airs break through, we are now as dangerous as thunderstorms, cracking and flashing and desperately wanting to burn the whole sky down.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
thunderstorms
We are not the ******* first summer rain, anymore. When heated water vapor condenses and unstable airs break through, we are now as dangerous as thunderstorms, cracking and flashing and desperately wanting to burn the whole sky down.
dianne
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
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