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The rain is nature’s best exorcist. Look how it cleanses everything it touches,
how the harshest of pavements, sharp as a bone put to the whetstone, is
supple as sealskin afterwards. Look how it dispels an afternoon’s worth of
pain by simply emptying out its pockets. Look how it distracts, how it draws
out everything weighing down our bodies. Look how the trees extend their
hands for its help – to rid themselves of the spirits crumpling up their faces.
We stuck out our tongues as children to taste its power. How the open window
calls us again — like a prayer, like some meaningful part of the plan.
