Heavy grey clouds filled the air as the rain pour into the busy streets that passes through a hectic city of shimmering lights and buildings. Thunder roars with a fearful lightning flash that could turn its target into a dark roasted meat. Children sing the same old nursery song, hoping for a rainbow to bring them out to play. It’s a stormy night and I’m here, typing restlessly in my tiny little bedroom. It’s a stormy night.
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