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I've got another piece for my creative writing class I need your feedback on.
here it is:
And the rain begins to fall. Gleaming streets reflect the lights so easily absorbed in a mix of asphalt and rubber. Children revel in the raindrops while adults curse it. Jobs are delayed, roads become clogged with traffic, the city grinds to a halt to take in the first rains of the year. The first rains that come and go like clockwork. Like the summer winds and the autumn leaves, the rain imposes a silent presence within our lives. There is no escaping it, the inevitability becomes paramount. And as the drops wash gently over our faces, our lives stop. For a short few moments, we are only involved in ourselves and the rain. All sounds fade away, all distractions ceased. And for one short moment, we are born again.
