The weather gods were aging. Rainecia -- well it’s not polite, but the truth must be told – she dribbled. Typhoonet had always been a blowhard, but his tales were getting wilder and wilder. Calienta had grandiose dreams of taking over the whole planet. And Snowilla was getting forgetful. She couldn’t remember from one blizzard to the next, and kept pushing the “Go” button, just to be sure.
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