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Last night, when I woke up and was still dreaming, I became aware of the rain asking me to allow it in. I got up out of my bed and opened the window. The rain entered in gratitude— drop by drop — into my room. As I sat on my bed, I watched the raindrops laugh and dance and fill every space around me, then I could feel them closer and closer, warm and cosy, touching my skin, entering my body, filling myself. Was it real? Was it a…