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[abberz89]

there's a rumble out there, a sound i like to hear in summer. it's the sound of god's tympanis. the deep rumble of something interesting coming. The product of the warm air.

The rain has come.

It pounds down outside. It leaves faint wet stains on my porch, and tiny imprints on the dirt of my driveway.

I love the rain.