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A storm is coming. I can smell it in the air. It's so calm and warm, the illusion before a down pour. Dark clouds move closer and closer with increasing speed. It looks magnificient. The distant lightning, the slow rumble. I can hardly wait for the wind to suddenly grow strong, the sky goes black so fast and no-one can run to safety any more. Lightning strikes again and again. Clouds race towards me. The sky roars as the wind blows. It's here! The storm is here! Rain drops fall down, slow at first, the the sky opens it's gates and the rain pours down on me. The rain, the cold, hard rain strikes me as the heavens themselves yell their wrath upon the earth.