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As the fog sinks to the surface of this gloomy town, the rain slams down being blown side to side by the howling winds. The trees sway and creek as if being pushed by a semi-truck. The ocean steams as the cold air kisses it. The simplest weather can make outside a dreaded destination on this early December day. The temperature is way to warm, if it would just drop below the magic number 32 this awful weather would make a lovely winter wonder land. Well in a perfect world some would say, but for now I'll just stay inside in fear of drowning in the heavy rain.