the skies are gray with clouds it is a hot day, complete with thunderstorms bursting light, flashing down on me with bad intention oh,it gets heavier, and this is the game bursting from the clouds, the rain falls hard and again comes the rain weeping are the clouds, crying are the skies dying is the summer, dying are the flies light, slamming down with the approach of the rain and the fury, crashing giant cymbols with no end in sight to this symphony with running people aplenty and again comes the rain blasting, splashing the rain doesn't end for eight hours.Birth sign: Aries
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