50 Words Stories: raining

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Blowing outside my window is a world that lacks conviction. One moment offering clarity to shed my mind of bluster only to moments later mire me in the darkest of moods. The rain itself did not bother me, what aroused my ire was the sneaky way it swallowed my day.

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