There is a perfectly logical reason to why it's raining, no matter how irrational.
Midnight dark and roads so slick and shiny you'd almost mistake them for a virile cobra skin.
Rainbows formed during the bewitching hours when cars roll silently on the roads; their red, orange and yellow headlights, taillights, parking lights reflecting on glistening obsidian hued rain drenched roads, scattering in ripples to form a deep dark stain that engulfs the onyx polish of black coruscating the brightness of its colours to hold you in awe and wonder.
Midnight dark and roads so slick and shiny you'd almost mistake them for a virile cobra skin.
Rainbows formed during the bewitching hours when cars roll silently on the roads; their red, orange and yellow headlights, taillights, parking lights reflecting on glistening obsidian hued rain drenched roads, scattering in ripples to form a deep dark stain that engulfs the onyx polish of black coruscating the brightness of its colours to hold you in awe and wonder.
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