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It rained

It rained last night when I pulled my sheets for the last time together. The ghosts of the night drove me out of my wits. My heart thumped louder than those thunder chills that my skin could sense. It was a heavy downpour and I knew it would thunder any moment.

I lay awake looking at the motionless ceiling fan creaking in odd hours. I had never noticed how a spider had woven it's web tactfully over the smooth plaster of my den. My heart went out for the spider whose home gets wiped away every weekend whenever my mother takes charge of cleanliness operation.

A sudden flash of lightning brought me back to where I stood, I gathered all the pillows I could find and ducked in them. My heart began to thump like it could go on no longer and my eyes started raining tears. Just then, at that very moment when I had almost given up, I heard a voice. A voice so deep that it vibrated within my skin. I couldn't bear to open my eyes but that voice soothed me of my dread. I gave away the pillows, released the crumpled sheets and tried to breathe. My heart was thumping but not as loud as it did earlier.

Yet, I couldn't bear to open my eyes. I was afraid to get deceived. I wanted to keep believing in the make-believe world of mine where I had a face associated with the voice.


Sleep overpowered me and I woke up to a dewy morning, fresh from yesterday's downpour.
I closed my eyes once again in search of what has been left behind…

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