That night, the rain fell,
Off and on, all night,
Quite some time ago,
But not so far back
You don’t remember
Thunder waking you,
Mist on the mountains
In faint, predawn light,
The way a story,
An important one,
Breathes in its settings,
Rinsing off meanings.
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