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It doesn’t rain anymore, not since I died. The weather is always pleasant. Everyone is charming. I try to think on things like money and what I lacked before, but the thoughts always escape me. They are not necessary here.

I suppose no one else likes the rain, but I do. I did. I remember the soft rhythmic rapping of droplets against my window. Consistent. Comforting. Like a blanket.

The nights are too quiet.

I wish it would rain again.

ANAX