He looked out the window. The rain had softened to a whisper. “Because sunshine expects you to be happy. Snow expects you to be still. But rain? Rain doesn’t expect anything. You can be sad, lonely, or in love. It just falls. It’s the only weather that allows you to be exactly what you are.”
“On a day like this? It’s free. But you have to tell me one thing.”
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