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It’s raining.the kind of rain that comes down so heavy it sounds like the shower’s running, even when you’ve turned it off. The kind of rain that makes you think of dams and flash floods, arks. The kind of rain that tells you to crawl back into bed, where the sheets haven’t lost your body heat, to pretend that the clock is five minutes earlier than it really is.Ask any kid who’s made it past fourth grade and they can tell you: water never stops moving. Rain falls, and runs down a mountain into a river. The river finds it way to the ocean. It evaporates, like a soul, into the clouds. And then, like everything else, it starts all over again.
