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After Rain

"Why is the rain still falling when the storm passed an hour back?"

I had taken my daughter for a walk through the woods. It had been a week since the funeral and she had barely uttered a word since.

"The raindrops get stuck in the trees and when the wind blows it shakes them free."

"Like when you cry long after something sad happens?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Like that."

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