Sam was one of those people who felt the rain. According to Bob Marley, some people feel the rain, others get wet. Ever since he was a child, he had liked the rain. The scents that emanated from the earth after rainfall were smells Sam could enjoy without headaches or nausea. After a rainstorm, everything seemed refreshed and renewed. The muggy yet somehow also cool September days had given way to a welcome, cleansing downpour. Sam stood at his office window, his eyes narrowed in concentration, as he watched the heavy rain sluicing off the carport and puddle in the potholes of the concrete yard.
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