I hear it now. It sounded eerily like water dropping down- rushing down. Can it be? Oh, how we need California to take a big, long drink. Even the sound on the roof is familiar but yet somehow it's not. The soft rushing has been so long awaited, and almost yearned for. I bend close to the slider on my window and throw it open eagerly. Yes, it is rain after all. My nostrils take in the wet air in cold, dank whiffs with relief. I can feel my shoulders dropping.
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