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For forty days the flood kept coming on the earth, and as the waters increased they lifted the ark high above the earth. The waters rose and increased greatly on the earth, and the ark floated on the surface of the water. They rose greatly on the earth, and all the high mountains under the heavens were covered.

It's a thick, blanket that is deep and indigo that is woven throughout the sky and laced with silvery stars. The blanket has cumulonimbus clouds and moves around as it emerges over the home of the Holman family. The blanket opens and from its deep pockets are raindrops that plop down on top of the roof of the Holman family. The clouds are rolling throughout the land in an unsteady, mysterious way. The clouds and the rain are in an intricate, delicate relationship with each other, one feeding the other. As the clouds move, the rain pushes out and as the rain leaves the cloud deflates. This beautiful intricacy is experienced and watched over head by the residents of Samola, Florida. Samola is a beautiful, beachy place with a long, sandy beach that has high tides on this night. Samola's beauty is the best place for retirement, there are no projects, homeless people, or buildings that are underdeveloped. Samola is nice, wealthy, and calm. It is known for its beautiful sands and wonderfully built mansions. Samola is the type of place where golden retrievers walk themselves and beagles belong to an entire neighborhood, the neighbors know each other by name.

It is a shame that there are clouds rolling in an angry way above Samola, the residents there haven't done a thing and it seems as though they are punished for the sins of others. Samola is a beautiful man's land, where intricate, delicate souls make their way to each other and make love, get married, and raise a baby. The land of Samola was inherited by Samolians and blessed by their deities who promised abundance and peace. The inhabitants are descendants of Somalians and they are blessed, spiritually cherished and protected due to their innocence which prevailed through the deep, dark treachery of slavery and turmoil of the colonials. Samola is a place where all people do unite and if world peace could ever be attained it would be on this soil where it begins.

The rain that falls out of the clouds and onto the roofs of the Samolans is cursed and moves in from a different place. The clouds, themselves, are with their own thought and moving in an impulsive way. The rain is dark, black, and ugly and it lands on anything with a sting which releases smoke as soon as it makes contact with matter. The rain is so potent, so electrical the residents of Samola are concerned about their metal possessions. The rain started a few moments ago and it drops steadily leaving microscopic holes in possessions. The residents watch, but many are not noticing the small holes and destruction the rain is causing. Many residents feel this is another night of rain and wind that will blow over within a few days.