Storm

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Being alone in her room, listening the the muffled sounds of the storm outside was the most comforting thing she could imagine. She lay on her bed watching the raindrops roll down her window pane. The rolling clouds stretched as far as she could see. Closing her eyes, she listened to the rain, the storm being her lullaby as she drifted to sleep.

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