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A low mist covers the town, its drizzle hanging damply in the air.

It’s not a time to be out on the streets, for those who rush about their business, heads down, soaked to the skin.

With puddles gathering like small lakes, the rain starts, a sudden torrent showing no mercy for young or old.

Like the wind through the trees water courses down the drains in a bid to escape this wet world it created.

Soon the rain will stop making way for the wind and cold in nature’s restless battle against the town.

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