ThE Rain poured down and the wind howled. Daniel was struggling with his torn coat. Time after time he had to repin it to try to keep it together. Beside the path mushrooms and toadstools shed their spore in the wind. Below him he could just see the shore. "I must concentrate on the path as I don't want to be blown into the gorse; or even worse, I don't want to be blown over the cliff", he thought to himself. He was relieved to make it back to his car for some shelter.
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