It rained that day.

It rained that day.

If something life-changing is imminent, “It rained that day” inserts itself like a hypnotic suggestion into my mind, telling me I can weather this storm, too.

Things never stop changing, and it usually doesn’t rain.  It’s another beautiful sunny California day, but I am dreaming of whirlwinds.  Things will never be the same.

(to be continued)

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