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I’m not saying there’s a lot of rain, but Noah called – he’s going to stop by to pick us up in ten minutes.
With all of this rain, my lawn will drown before I ever get the chance to not mow it.
Rain, Rain, go away, Kids have been inside all day. Screaming, running, oh what fun, Mommy needs more Valium.
I think when I saw a bluegill swim by our living room window, that was a clue that we had a lot of rain.
It only rained twice this summer – once for 35 days, and once for 45.
Mom, call NASA, I want to report an unidentified flying object … oh wait, that’s the sun.
If this rain continues, hopeful...
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