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The sky just farted, long and loud.
I heard it let go, very proud,
Of gas that bothered it for long,
With thunderclap of noisy song.
The rain has come to let us know
The sky does piss on us below.
The sun is out, the clouds do part,
But I still hear the thunderous fart.

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Subsequent to the lightning and sunshine-through-clouds earlier today, it has turned into pouring rain, cold, wet. The thermometer(s) in my office say that it is 23 degrees in here, but I am disinclined to believe them and insist that it is much worse, despite the fact that I am not wearing my jacket.

I am worrying about my seedlings - there has been enough rain that they should be floating by now.