They have all come at nightfall. By evening, ominous clouds appear overhead hinting of the storm to come, which eventually unleashes a fury that jars me awake in the middle of the night to reveal a show of flashing lights and the violent crash of thunder. Most mornings, the storm is gone leaving barely a trace. I hope these are just April Showers, because this California girl has had to sing herself to sleep with "Raindrops on Roses" more often than she wishes to admit...
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