Rain In The Valley

I saw the rains coming in over the mountain in waves, sheets of droplets that moved like sheer curtains, constantly changing shade.  The waves rolled in, closer and closer, the curtains dissipating into their individual drops, atoms of the waves, until the curtains were no longer there and the waves became a singular, steady rhythm, tapping their song upon the ground.

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