May 15, 2012
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The Bel Canto Rainmaker brought forth her splendid sound , and the thatched roofs peeled back, and the walls crumbled, and the doors disintegrated into mounds of quivering slivers, and the populace dropped to the ground in rapture, and the mill wheel tumbled from its moorings and fell on its side, and the parched fields shivered in anticipation, and the clouds gathered in force, and it rained for maybe ten minutes, tops. And the sun came out more brutally than ever. And now the drought, if anything, is worse, and the village is pretty much in ruins. Thanks a lot, Bel Canto Rainmaker.

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