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The wind rustles the palms, Dust is blown away, Birds struggle in flight, Misery fills the day. Paper trash rolls down the road, A lady tries to save her hair, Clouds fill the sky, Thunder and lightning fill the air. Lightning strikes, Backed by thunder’s loud boom. The weatherman reports, “People stay in your room!” Here it comes now, What we have all been waiting for, The wind stops leaving silence, Then starts to pour. Water comes down, Draining from the heavens, Filling the streets with water, In the town of lucky sevens. Chaos in the streets, A city of slip and slide, Traffic is a mess, By laws, people don’t abide. The rain comes down, Continues to pour, Puddles begin to form, Water comes under the door. Panic now, Mother Nature floods the town, People become stranded, Some even drown. Streets are now canals, Parking lots are lakes, The valley full of water, People praying the storm breaks. It rained for days and days, Or so it would seem, Las Vegas was no more, Sadly, it was only a dream.Hey everyone, I can't figure out a title for this one. So, if you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them. Thanks again for all of your comments lately, they have been a great help. Sincerely, Cope Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 05:37 AM PST    0 • 9