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The rain woke me, lying in a bed that was soft but now was hard. The window was half open and the rain sound filtered through the screen and dogged my late night thoughts. I can’t quite describe how it felt to be lying there, still and wet, with planes of light dancing on the black wall, and the slow drip of the light rain spilling from the leaves and scuttling through the spouting. I was caught between the heat being cooled and dry being wet. I stared at the wall and the reflected light show of street lamps and passing cars for I…
