Last night was perfect. Awake in my room while the rest of the neighbourhood sleeps, a gentle shower passes by my window. No loud announcements or big shows of arrival. Just quietly, impassively, gently.
My favourite kind of rain. A purifying sort of rain. No hint of rage or punishment. As though it was an angel walking through. All she does is to cleanse the streets and buildings made dirty by humankind. All she wants is for everyone to wake up and feel happier.
How long has it been since I last played in the rain?
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