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I love to repose 'neath a warm, cozy coverlet and listen to the soft,
driven rain as it descends from the slate empyrean. It palpitates upon the coppered summit of my abode. I love to harken unto the resonant rumblings of the tempest, to heed the impelling voice of a thunderclap, to behold the luminescent and sibilant trails of lightning as they paint the vast, grey canopy of the heavens. I love the rain! I love the scent of rain, it is a cleansing. Sometimes, I like to walk between the raindrops and ride the lightning. Do you like the rain falling down upon you? 'Tis like tears from Elysium cascading
across the contours of your being....