Day 214: A beautiful day and a pleasant hike at my back, I watched the clouds roll in yesterday evening, grumbling over the hills with thunder in their hearts, bearing a burden of rain which they were anxious to lay on the shoulders of the land. In fifteen hours, almost two inches fell, rattling savagely against the windows, marching in jack boots over the roof. It squalled through the night with a vigor which did not allow sleep at times, so loud was its ire, and when dawn broke, it abated only a bit as the rising light tempered its mood. It was one of our better storms, this: crabby and cleansing simultaneously; a storm we could enjoy from within.
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