Thunder, pummeling through the valley all night, waking me from sleep. Impossible in its persistence. When I first awoke I had to ask myself what it was. It went on for far too long. Then the rain came with it, sounding more like hail when it hit the house. I had to get up and verify. The biggest rain drops I had ever seen, or heard; the sound of each one hitting, a minor event. It was like that all night. It still is, here in the darkness. I can't remember the last time I woke up in the morning light. I can't remember what my life was like.
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