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Little Sister I never understood what the big deal about rain was. I mean, what was it? Wet stuff that fell from the sky. I never understood why it had such a huge significance to some people. It never did to me. Or maybe that's a lie. In fact, it is. Rain did mean something to me, just not all that happy crap it did for some people. You know what it makes me think of? A night way back when I was eight. A night full of dripping, pouring rain that soaked through the sweatshirt I had worn, that soaked through my battered sneakers. A night of standing outside the place we were leaving my sister. (Sometimes, when I don't sleep I still wake

Only Happy When It Rains "Listen." Crystal said, raising her head from her pillow. She got up, slipped on her bathrobe and went to the window. "It's raining." Pietro smiled at her. "I've always enjoyed a good summer rain. I think it makes the earth feel much more fertile and alive afterward." Crystal stood by the window for a few moments, watching the rain. She watched as a crack of lighening split the pewter sky in two and listened as the thunder rattled both halves.        "I've not seen much rain in my life." Crystal whispered in the dark. "I'll never stop being fascinated by it." "You lose interest in it after a while." Pietro answ