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Darkness crept over the summery city, a blanket of the damned. Without warning, a bright flash of lightning lit the dim scene, it's echo booming seconds later. The sky opened up and poured sheets of water onto the innocent and the sinning alike. When the purging was done, the blanket was lifted, leaving a slow rain to wash the filth away. The sky lightened and afternoon in Boston resumed... dry and feigning innocence. Such is today's weather...