The rain stopped
After eight grueling and long hours of downpour as heavy as Benjamin had ever seen in a long time, his home was now more of a refuge than a companion.
Electricity supply had been turned off the moment spiraling winds announced the arrival of the rain.
The wind blew through the window of his two bedroom apartment with a powerful passion, ruffling his well-mannered curtain, scattering his manuscript as if they were leaves of fall and with the rain, came the doors that banged and the contrasting freshness of clean air amidst the rouse.
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