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	<title>Comments on: Real Rain</title>
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		<title>By: Holly</title>
		<link>http://hollosphere.com/posts/real-rain/#comment-91</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 02:59:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Matt!!!  ::grins::  Thank you for a lovely mental picture, my old friend.  We had another storm today, this one with much heavier rain, plus thunder and heavy black clouds.  Aaaaaahhh.  Rain is indeed a good friend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Matt!!!  ::grins::  Thank you for a lovely mental picture, my old friend.  We had another storm today, this one with much heavier rain, plus thunder and heavy black clouds.  Aaaaaahhh.  Rain is indeed a good friend.</p>
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		<title>By: Matt Brookhart</title>
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		<dc:creator>Matt Brookhart</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 00:56:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Night has fallen, the temperature with it.  The clouds in darkening folds wink the stars away one by one, in a nervous shiver it grips you, a sense of urgency, expectation, the quick chill that runs the length of your back. It begins to fall, one after another in hesitant drops, a shy uncertain tap dancer on the scorched earth, now more boldly. Wet canvas the smell that recalls the childhood walks of the pastures of home, turn your face to the sky. Rain is a good friend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Night has fallen, the temperature with it.  The clouds in darkening folds wink the stars away one by one, in a nervous shiver it grips you, a sense of urgency, expectation, the quick chill that runs the length of your back. It begins to fall, one after another in hesitant drops, a shy uncertain tap dancer on the scorched earth, now more boldly. Wet canvas the smell that recalls the childhood walks of the pastures of home, turn your face to the sky. Rain is a good friend.</p>
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