This week's writing group assignment: "Monsoon"

[farbel]

The staccato patter of water woke him. He shifted his head on the sweat-soaked pillow, pointing his bleary eyes towards the window. Only a dim, grey light penetrated the curtains. Could it finally be here? Had he slept through the opening salvos of thunder? His sense of direction, waking more slowly than his hearing, disabused him of the

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[gracegiver]

terrific writing.

[i]

thank you!