At last, at dawn, thunder from the south. Lightning striking in the woods, ear-splitting cracks and instant bursts of light, then mist, then rain, then rain. Scent of wet earth and sweet relief.
But enough about me. (Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.) What about you? Where is your Oz?
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