I threw open the window this morning because I was roasting, and soft, cool air rushed in. I could see breaks in the clouds. A few minutes later, I heard a sound that I didn't quite hear, and as I looked out the window, the rain started coming down harder. It hissed gently against the roofs and the streets and I felt cheerful and cozy and safe, to be home and dry with nothing to do all day but catalog rain sounds.
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