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January 20, 2004
The clouds are dark again and thunder's growling in the distance. But the air isn't moving and the leaves on the trees remain absolutely still. And then… a soft trickle of wind stirs the leaves. A raindrop falls… then another and another until they fall faster than can be counted. Unloosened, the wind now runs amok, ripping and tearing at anything it touches. Thunder, done with muttering, bellows deep and threatening as lightening slashes through the sky. Just when it seems the world is going to be torn apart, the thunder goes back to growling and raindrops again become countable.