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Imagine sleeping in that bed of windows and rain. Reading maybe. Dozing and dreaming.

Sometimes rain is the sweetest gift we can have of a day.

And sometimes we don’t know why we didn’t bring our umbrella.

Yet remember the days when we asked if we could go out and splash through the running water flooding the street gutters?

Was that when our worlds were small and long ago?

Or was it a different neighborhood?