Night Rain

Night rain did not stop, as if it was determined to make the city its own little bit of heaven. The clouds were so thick that not a single ray of sunlight penetrated the sky. The city still had the appearance of a deserted place, but the streets were full of people, from the poorest to the richest, hurrying about in search of some way out.

Night rain did not stop, as if it were not a rain at all.
In the morning, we were ready to get up and go. I made a last cup of coffee, and then I took a shower. You can't call it a shower but a shower nonetheless. I felt good. I was clean. Clean in the sense that the air felt fresh in my lungs. It was a feeling of freedom, of being alive, of feeling like you're in charge of your life and your future.

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