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When the Storm Blows

The best weather After a cold, dehydrated winter spring was declared It made its entrance with torrential rain and thunder, And so the bad weather has continues In a way, it is not bad weather the land was parched And the water level in dams dangerously low For us people of the land, we know it is unpleasant but we Also, know without rain the summer sun would burn Everything to cinders, which would give temporary happiness For the tourists but leave the country in ruin

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Book: Shattered Sighs