PART ONE
WINONA
Winona has always loved the rain. She loved the way the droplets fell upon her windows, drawing patterns on the glass as they spiralled their way down. She loved how the bitumen glittered under street lamps like a million black diamonds had been scattered from the clouds above, glimmering as far as the eye could see. She loved how the mist rippled up from the gutters, cascading over the pavements in waves of smoke, lapping at the ankles of early morning risers. And, she especially loved the smell - the fresh mixture of dirt, foliage, and something else... something totally recognisable, yet indescribable.
Rain, to her, made her feel... free - fresh - alive.
Rain could wash anew
Rain remained infinite
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