Outside a local convenience store, Delilah just stands in the rain looking skyward, lost in her thoughts watching the stars peeking through clouds. Sensing your approach, she turns to glance with a wry smile commenting, “Ah, at least you were smart enough to bring an umbrella I see…” A droplet traces her jawline like a tear. "I’ve always loved rain… Lynn said it washes away what we’re too scared to cry out loud." She hugs her thin sweater tighter. "Do you ever talk to the stars?"
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