Yeah man I know how it is. My brother and cousin did an Indian rain dance a few years back. It was a dry wednesday. It hadn't rained in weeks. Suddenly, two hours late of the ritual, the rains of god spilled across the land. For months, the rains made a weekly presence, wherever we happened to be.
I can't complain, the rain in churchville conjures a smell of radiant death that only a swamp of dead fish and 2 mating otters, as well as rancid garbage shipped from canada rivaled by none other.
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I dug up an artifact in my back yard one day, and then it rained that day...
stupid indians keeping me from playing outside
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true story++
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