I am awakened by the steady thrum of rain on the windowpane. Drearily I rise, and stumble to the sill, squinting to see through the onslaught of falling water. The brook below throws forth onto its banks all the water that its shallow depths cannot hold, flooding the already sodden grass that lines its rushing current. The wind is such that one must shield their face with a hand against the gale of diamond bullets. The monotonous sound of rain is that which awakened me, and thus it is that which lulls me back unto slumber.
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