I can hear it clearly now... the low rumble of the distant thunder as it approaches us swaddled in swirly winds, drenched in shotgun showers shooting through the evening sky.
These are the winters of nowadays influenced by years of cronich climate change.
The skies infuriated by our lack of caring; exploding into gushing winds of weeping downpour, fiercel…
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