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temperature
for the word contest: my word is temperature
today, it rained little sprinkles like drops of a single tear
but the sounds of thunder sent shockwaves thru my ear
...I sat alone, in the kitchen, peering out the window as I ate
this may be a storm coming, I'm just guessing, I rate
a pitter and a patter
I just sat there as if the noise didn't matter
drinking my tea
and eating my meat
enduring the rumble, like it was music, some form of art
the thunder roared... I hate this part
the rain got heavy, mature
then came all the lightning and rapture
I can't stand days like this...but nonetheless, it's nature, it's pure
the bright side is...when it clears up, it'll bring a nice temperature
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