
The sky churns with dark, rumbling clouds, and lightning streaks behind my window curtain illuminate the night with its brief, electric glow. These raindrops are accompanied by soft claps of thunder reverberating through the air, adding to the symphony of the rain’s soft drumming. It’s my first night of rain in Albuquerque, and my excitement knows no bounds. I hear raindrops outside, the gentle pata-pata-ring against the pavement, creating a soothing rhythm that keeps everything alive and vibrant. The storm is calmly unfolding like a theatrical performance, and I’m tempted to dance in the rain by this mesmerizing embrace of a cool, rainy evening. Not today, though.
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