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The rain tapped gently against the window, casting soft ripples of light across the small café. Inside, the warmth of the place embraced visitors like a familiar friend, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the cool, damp air from outside.
She loved the rain, always had. It brought a sense of calm, a stillness that allowed her to disappear into her thoughts. There was something magical about watching the world slow down, droplets of water dancing on the glass like tiny performers in a quiet ballet. The rain seemed to understand her, as if it knew the secret dreams she held inside, the ones she kept to herself, even as she smiled brightly at the world.
The Soul of Wind