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In the 1950s, there were many mining companies in England. All were trying to lead the coal mining industry. The working class labourers of the mining companies all faced the similar financial, as well as health problems associated with mining work, which led to striking and uprising.
That night!
Each group stood against each other. Moreover, heavy rains started to pour.
¡° Thunder summons people to entangle
under plastic; all wrapped in rags.
Clouds gather and break
into a blitzkrieg of rain
Bolts of wind ricochet through trees,
an eerie echo
wrenching our roots
bursting houses like balloons. ¡±

