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In this twilight hour of my life, I find myself oft dreaming of my paradise. This is not the Paradise of religious lore. It is simply a wished for sanctuary for my weary mind. It is a paradise that I never imagined that I could possibly desire; after all, I have spent my entire life in suburbs and cities. When I close my eyes, however, I see a tiny but cozy cabin tucked in some quiet mountainside. The muted yet rich dark greens and fertile browns of the earth spread as far as the eye can see, in every direction. As I fall deeper into my dreams, the tedium of work and a house-that-is-not-a-home falls away, leaving me with a sense of peace and tranquility not found in my waking hours. A soft, soothing rainfall can be heard pattering on my simple wooden roof. Even without a fire crackling in the fireplace, the air inside my haven is cool but not uncomfortable. Setting aside my mug of hot tea, I open the door with a soft smile and step out into the rain. Before I even raise my hands, I already feel the drops of wetness falling upon my head, seeping through my hair, to reach my scalp. The oddness of the cool wetness against my warm skin is surprising at first, but not unpleasant. With a laugh, my hands can also feel the pattering liquid now as I raise my arms up to the weeping heavens. There is simplicity here. There is comfort and joy. Tilting my face up, my eyes shut, the rain erases the worries and pain of yesteryear. I am simply redeemed. With a whispered "thank you", my dream ends when I kiss the rain.