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a half-minute rain — merciless, just like you. i open the door to step out and get drenched, but it has already vanished, having stood there just long enough to tempt. unwilling to return disappointed, i scoop the drops hanging from the gate and sprinkle them over my head. the madness of using some stupid thing to make peace with the disappointment — isn't so bad, really. — haka