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The Sunday Rainy Day.


Sunday was a rainy day, stormy clouds lurk with the fog haze and lighting bolts zig zaged all the way.

The loudest  thunder bolts make people in their homes jump and off of their chairs or couches.
Making some of the listeners sit up straight with a jolt and no more slouching. Rainy days are lovely as long as we don't have to be out in it, unless you like be in the rain.

But be  careful  in the rain, don't be in it too long to lose your voice.

That would be a dreadful shame,  singing for that day.

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