I'm sure it's not raining in the Anbar Province
or Tijuana, but it sure as hell is raining here in
the Rust Belt. Chain lightning rips across the sky.
Rolling thunder shakes all the windows and
scares my cats. I passed by a television and
saw the orange and purple spots on the Doppler
Radar. I learned the word "Tornadic," which
I had never heard before. The rivers are on
the rise. The sky is crying. All of this is just
going to make the Rust Belt rustier.
Time for some damp starlets.
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