numquam imprudentibus imber obfuit: aut illum surgentem vallibus imis ariae fugere grues, aut bucula caelum suspiciens patulis captavit naribus auras, aut arguta lacus circumvolitavit hirundo et veterem in limo ranae cecinere querelam.
Never has rain brought ill to men unwarned. Either, as it gathers, the skyey cranes flee before it in the valleys depths; or the heifer looks up to heaven, and with open nostrils snuffs the breeze, or the twittering swallow flits round the pools, and in the mud the frogs croak their immemorial plaint.
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