As I sit in this storm, I hear the sound of thunder, the patter of rain on the roof and the ground, and smell the smell of rain.
I am at ease, after a hard days work.
The calm of the storm eases my mind. Though as I write this, I recall the horrors of the day, and all its blood, and the crumbling of minds, and the wearing away of bodies, I feel rest upon my heart.
Perhaps I have but a little time remaining.
It’s not so bad to listen to the rain.
Someday I might miss it.
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