Julian sat on the porch.
Rain hit the tin roof in steady rhythm.
He didn’t rush inside.
Didn’t reach for distraction.
He just listened.
Drop by drop.
The storm wasn’t loud anymore.
It felt… calming.
He realized something quietly.
Storms are not always interruptions.
Sometimes they slow you down
just enough to hear yourself again.
They were renewal.
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