Wind and rain forgo politeness for knocking softly goes unheard. Hammering loudly they scream for attention, tired of being ignored. Wind whips temperature into submission like a beaten dog while rain lashes out with the ferocity of a hundred striking snakes. There's an angriness to their actions, something that comes from a dark place. As they vent their frustrations they begin to tire and calm momentarily returns. Temperature, no longer cowering, rises off his wet sodden knees and slowly rises again.
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