The Sound of Rain
The first thing I noticed was the sound. Not the gentle, polite drizzle that whispers against windows, but a persistent, almost stubborn rainfall that seemed determined to be heard. It filled the room with its insistent rhythm, a sound both familiar and strange, as if it were trying to tell me something I had long forgotten. I sat on the edge of my bed, laptop abandoned on my knees, and let it wash over me.
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