I used to hate the rain. The dark skies got me down and I missed the glistening, snow-covered streets of the Eastern Provinces during the winter. The dampness made my bones weigh heavy. But then, I acclimatized to this weather system after several years. Now I love the sound of the pebbled drops pounding on my roof, the splash of puddles against moving tires and concrete, and the fresh smell of the moist air. It soothes and consoles, and reminds me I have a cozy place for shelter as lamps glow softly in the shadows. I feel safe and warm, and enjoy the portrait of clear water reflecting the brilliant green of my surroundings. It makes everything grow, including my spirits.
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