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  • The rain is beating down so hard that it’s all you can hear in the office. The chatter of coworkers has ceased and everyone sits silently, heads cocked toward the music coming from the roof.

    Beyond my window, the leaves on the trees twitch, convulsing. I think they’re rain dancing.

    The clouds have gathered up, dark brush strokes of grey and black in the sky. On the horizon, a single silver sliver of light separates earth and sky, the water falling from above and the pools collecting below.

    The drumming continues on steadily. Suddenly, veins of white light expose themselves, twisting up into the mass growing above. And then, thunder joins the song.

    All I can think to do is run outside, as I once did, to join the leaves in their strange and beautiful dance.

    I wonder what people would think.
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