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I had learned to read the city storms, to hear the language that they speak, to act as their interpreter.

General

A storm in the city brought electric skies and rain that sung upon the rooftops, that drummed on every window.

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Cocooned within a strong black atmosphere, the clouds promising to bring the blacktop streets deepest shine, the city and storm become one entity, one work of art together.

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The city storm blew the cobwebs out and let the silver streets a rain-washed sheen.

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A storm in the city power-showers the streets with sweet drops of clearest rain.