Rainstorms

Rainstorms were such a rare and special occasion in California that I treated them like entertainment; I would sit at the window and watch the drops fall onto the ground, into the pool, against the glass. And when it rained at night, I would stay up listening to the sound of it pelting the roof until it subsided. 

This habit has followed me to Iceland, a bit inconveniently. And so I find myself unable to sleep tonight, immersed instead in rhythm of the rain. 

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