Listen to the rain.
Hear it speak slowly.
What does it say?
It says your name.
With each drop your name tumbles out.
Like laughter from dying lips, it murmurs.
You feel drawn to it somehow.
Walking towards the calling, your pace quickens.
You end up at a large puddle in an unfamiliar street.
The water is crystal clear.
You see a reflection.
It isn't yours.
The face grins too widely and moves towards you.
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