In the Rain

I remember a day as a child when we were driving in the rain; even at nine years old I wanted to remember the feeling of how big, and complicated, and beautiful, and dangerous the world was, this world of thunderstorms and rainbows. Safety is a child’s first desire, and, all too often, they never find it, but I felt it that day, and I remember it still.

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