Lilly Misses the Sun

Lilly loved listening to the rain. If the wind blew right, from off the lake, which it often did, there would come a tapping against her window pane. She loved lifting her window and sniffing in the smell of the rain and feel the cold drops splash against her face, but she always kept her eyes closed. She did not wish to offend the rain or clouds if she should happen to look a little nervous if she couldn’t see the sun up in the sky. She loves bed the rain, but she knew she needed the sun, too.

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