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Rain isn’t always a good thing |
| Line count:8 White clouds promised the desert rain, Promised to relieve our thirsty pain, We watched the huge raindrops fall, Denting car roofs and crumbling brick walls, Turning living creatures into the undead, Causing rivers and streams to flow red, For us the end of the world has come, We have no place to hide or to run. |