THE RAIN IS FALLING
LIKE HAIL AND SNOW
MIXED TOGETHER.IT
HAS NO STOP AS IF
IT IS RUNNING PEOPLE
IN A STAMPEDE, GLIDING
THROUGH TERROR. IT IS
POURING SO DARK AND
WET AT THE SAMETIME.
WHERE YOU JUST
HAVE TO STAY STUCK
IN THE HOUSE.
WHAT'S THE PROBLEM.
THIS IS A CRISIS.
IS GOD CRYING?
THEY SAY WHEN
IT RAINS IT POURS.
IS IT TRUE?
CAN YOU STOP THE RAIN?
BY: CHRISTA PAIGE
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