*Sploosh*
Your wish is granted. It stops raining, and the dark clouds scatter. The sky becomes a beautiful hue of blue, compounded by small fluffy white clouds. Sunlight's warm glow settles over the land, basking the cheery landscape with warmth and light. Bathers flock to the beaches. Sadly, the lack of precipitation causes the soil of the dikes to become dry, and they break. The entire country is soon underwater.
I wish I lived in a perfect replica of Lara Croft's manor.
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Success is going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
-Cliff Bleszinski
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