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  It had finally started raining. Sarah had begun to wonder when would it arrive after days of unbearable heat invaded every household, even for the people with the luxury to have their fan running all day everyday. It was such a relief.
  On the first day the heat wave arrived, she couldn't believe what she saw when her husband came home soaked in sweat from collar to waist. She spent a long time with him in a lukewarm bath that evening talking about his day and the weather. That night they went completely naked in the house with the blind lowered, candle unlit.
  Something deep inside her wanted out, she didn't fight with the thought and grabbed the umbrella hanging on the door knob.
  The air freshened and clean, the sound of the rain dropping on the umbrella made her felt happy. It was a good rain, rain that came perfectly at the moment needed.
  A little girl ran across the street covering her long hair with her tiny hands formed a triangular fence and headed under a balcony. She was laughing too, enjoying the long waited rain.
  A boy around the same age with a sealed blue umbrella in hand raced toward her from the street corner, he shouted at the girl, calling her Sam. Rain splattered on his shoulder as he ran with the umbrella going up and down in his hand, drops of rain soon dyed his pale green T-shirt into dark green. He reached her under the roof and unsealed the umbrella. He hung tight on the girl and walked her away while both of them giggling at his shirt under the umbrella.
  As they turned into the another block, Sarah stayed motionless, looking into the murky sky, thinking of her husband working at the small office with big industrial fan running, imagining how her husband would hate the loud motor hum while at work.
  She wanted to be there for him when he got off work. They could, too, be like these two kids, giggling about their day under the rain. They could have a cold bath and stay naked all night with comfort, maybe even share a dance in the candle's light.

[Man, it's hot when I was writing this weeks ago and now editing it both with the fan humming above me. Come on, just rain already!]


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