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A brief description of how much I enjoyed driving through the rain yesterday. |
| It's poetry in motion. Driving through the thunderstorm. The raindrops beat down on the windshield. The wipers furiously flail back and forth. The tires plow through a puddle on the road. All in syncopation with the classical music blasting on the car stereo. I can hear it all. I can feel it all. And I sit back in my seat and think, "This is life at its finest expression." |