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It rain one night, it was a hard slightly sideways rain like the world was getting wet and trying to run away from it at the same time. The drops made little sounds that if I were at that microscopic level,
would sound like thunder but were sporadic random "plops." That would be the accurate translation as the sound traveled from the drop to my ears.
There were so many of them and sitting outside my door, I was surrouded by them. Like they were telling to stand back but not too far away. They were demanding and audience and respect at the same time.
I ventured out to touch one drop of rain and in that moment I relented because sometimes you just have to enjoy the night and the rain.
