Night rain did not stop, as if in a dream, I saw the moon rise over the hill. I could not sleep, but kept my eyes open, and watched the light come and go. The trees were full of life, the birds were singing, The crickets were just chirping, but the silence was deafening. And then the rain came down, in torrents, and I was wet through, But it was the sound of the rain, that kept me from falling asleep.
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Night rain did not stop, as if the gods themselves had said, "We've had enough of this."
He stood at the foot of the cliff, his clothes wet and his hair plastered to his head. He saw himself in the mirror, a man with a face so pale it was almost blue, eyes like two empty sockets.
In the distance he could hear the voices of the men, the distant sound of the ocean. The sky was overcast, but there was a light breeze and the air was warm. It was impossible to believe that a storm was coming.
