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TIME TO DO A RAIN DANCE. Everything is wilting in the heat, parched and dry, gasping for a gentle shower, or a long hard rain. Even a fast and furious thunderstorm that dumps and runs would stave off death by lack of moisture. Actually, having no faith in rain-inducing dance (and it being far too hot for such sweat-inducing activity), I dragged out the hose this evening and gave a little faux cloudburst to the straggling, struggling flowers within reach; but it seemed so pathetic. I've got no photos, it's dark, and I can't say much more on the situation, much less do anything about it.


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