Thundering Down, part onePart OneIt thunders, a steady constant stream of noise, down on the roof. It can be heard; in the silence, there is only it. The rain beats down, the wind roars, windows rattle. Up comes the duvet over the chest and up to the chin. The warmth begins to spread. The chills begin to fade, but sleep is elusive. The thundering rain intensifies, filling the room with noise. The shivers spread, the mind wanders. Soon it is 3am and the rain has stopped, but the mind is awake, active in a dormant host. Replaying the day's events. Thinking what should have been done, what should have been said. The regrets. Mistakes. Mind whirring, rain pouring, thoughts merge together. Why?Turn head to the right, bury half of it in the pillow, get comfy. Feel the sleep slowly coming. Wriggle and warm up more of the bed. Yawn. Sleep approaches. Try not to think about it. Need sleep. 3am. Got to get up in 3 hours. Turn onto left. Cold. Breathe deep, let the air in. shiver, pull up duvet. Lie there, think of wha
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