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The world is quiet, completely still. There’s an electric charge in the air, the clouds are moving faster and the wind is picking up. The leaves are turning over to reveal their pale undersides, and you know that a summertime soaking is on its way. Plop, the first raindrop descends from the sky and lands on your head. Plop, plop, plop, the rains picking up gradually. You look up at the sky at the same time a loud clash of thunder sounds from above. You count… Continue