It smells like rain now, a clean, metallic smell that I find pleasantly soporific. The rain itself is constant and soothing, a calm counterpoint. The heavier the rain gets the happier I am, for when the wind screams and the waters lash ceaselessly and pound against the walls in its rage, the safer I am in this room, my cocoon, alone in quiet.
(And of course after the rain everything is cool and washed clean, and it is almost a new world outside, wet and damp and shiny and glorious. Just as when you left the womb and everything was fluid, so it is after the showers.)
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