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A walk under an evening rain creates an introspective frame of mind. Breathing slows and thoughts turn to images and story lines of fantasy that bring a warm rush and shiver. It is the same feeling sitting on a sea wall staring out over the waves, listening to their rhythmic cadence. It must be simply the presence and sound of water because the same sensations and dream state unfold under the cascade of a warm shower, or listening to the rain pattering outside a bedroom while immersed in pillows and covers.
A gray early morning back-lights the dim outline of a nearby window. The steady cadence of rain on roof and pane is a Siren's song drawing me back into the warm embrace of sleep.