Yin Yin cicada concentration,, this July, the weather that the rain would rain, said it clear, sunny, rain is more disease, go.
Midnight, the rustling outside, rain is not the footsteps of a deep disturbance of the dream. Surprised whenrain has been spilled into the room along the window, and at worst, so a deal. Used to open the window, closed chest felt feel oppressed, weak breathing immediately. Although air-conditioning fans to wait, and it did not feel the wind come out of the windowfresh. Previous drowsiness and has long been a sudden the storm to sweep it all,outside, thunder rain to help with the sound of the wind. Occasionally, the electro-optic across the sky faster if gucci a split-off of cold water sword, a flash, the dark bridge again. Rain disappeared, enjoy the cool air at bedtime, or little stars, breezy night, the rain has poured down, the rain.
The next day morning, pulled earlycalled throat opened, white gravely out of the sun, the rain of last nightfeel. Blue skies, the unknown joy to the birds, guttural in clear air with Yurun. Raindrops on the leaves mid-yo, scattered in the busheswas like chicken scratch-off, as if in the tangled story of the wind and rain and difficult ordeal. Low-lying, the fine is not chaotic flow, trickling together, and running a leisurely manner.night may be over, at this time some tired tired, tempers are more gentle, was a quiet lady-like.
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