Being soaked is only temporary, and I am far much less so.
What do we care then?
The downpour on the roof changed it's beat, it marched in my ears. Faster, then slower. The combination of the sound and the lines when I relaxed my eyes hypnotized me, and I stood transfixed on the water. So much water, everything is wet, but not me.
I stayed inside.
And then it stopped, and I had lost my chance.
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