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A Triad as explained by bianaca
Rain For me, rain sets circumstance into commotion Ever wet and never dry, which is how I prefer humor and wine Rain wreaks havoc, even when it falls from a cloudless sky My days and nights fill with dread as rain plops onto my head Huge, soaking drops drizzle, making my hair frizzle While I hunt for an umbrella, eager to provide myself some relief Rain slick roads whose dust once lined streets like sheets of 18K glistening gold Now a muddy slip and slide for the gaggles of auto tires, free spinning and reeling My fate out of my control, I turn to sweet, cold, wet liquor during these blessed events
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