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Originally Posted by tubemonkey
The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men's hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped.
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Indeed, an awesome story. I read
Fahrenheit 451,
The Illustrated Man, and a bunch of other shorts. Great writer, gave me hours of reading pleasure for which I thank him muchly. RIP.