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The Early Morning Rain
The rain was falling outside the window when she awoke. Thunder rolled in the distance, coming closer with each roll. She stretched under the goose down comforter that had been pulled up around her neck against the soft breeze coming through the open window. The clock read 7 am and she didn’t have to go to work. She turned over onto her side and listened to her body and to the rain. She could hear her heartbeats in the drops that fell on the windowsill. Underneath the covers, she began to touch...