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WHEN I WAS A CHILD, storms moved across the river. (I'm certain they still do, but I'm not there to verify). One could simply look to the south to see if rain was arriving. From a mile or two away, its approach was visible on the surface of the water.



Now I see the cloud, and the air is heavy with suspense, but there's no certainty of rain until it's falling on my head.


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