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It was the unexpected scent that roused me from my midnight slumber. Then the sounds.
First musty. Earthen. Then soft rustling. Tiny leaves aflutter. And then the rain fell gently. Far, far away the thunder rumbled. Just once.
They said it wouldn't come. "Oh, it doesn't rain in summer in the East Bay," they assured me. "And you can forget thunderstorms."
But it came for me. Followed me 1800 miles, knowing I'd be lost without it.
I threw open the sash and breathed in the air. Listened to the patter of the droplets. Fell back asleep, smiling.
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