A full day of rain keeps Sora inside. She resists, then gives in, then stops thinking of it as giving in at all.

Sora's bedroom window in the morning — sheets of rain falling steadily outside, the village street below blurred and grey, rivulets tracing paths down the glass. Inside: warm lamp, unmade bed, a mug.
It had been raining since before she woke.
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