by Brooke   Apr 10, 2008

The air thickens,
The clouds blacken,
The stars disappear,
And the atmosphere; almost still.
It's the beginning of one of the most memorable storms yet.
And also, the end of a two year long drought, no one thought would ever be over.
The start of a new beginning.
the end, of the end...


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