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Cloudburst

It rained yesterday for the first time in 27 years.

The normally blue, dry sky pardoned, giving way to a dark shade of grey. The raindrops gradually became heavier and heavier, until one could not see greater than ten feet in front of them. The ground must have been confused, turning towards the sky in haste, looking for a reason to the newly soaked dirt.

The people, however, were not confused. The cars halted, and the passengers, as if brothers and sisters, got out and united, raising their arms to the heavens. The joyous tears they cried were quickly washed away. I watched them and smiled, soaking up their happiness through the steel bars that hold me.

Under the sky, they danced. They danced like children on Christmas morning. But just as quickly as the rain came, the drops became fewer and fewer.

I backed up from the window and looked down at my hands.

They remained dirty.

I didn’t sleep last night.

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