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It's about to rain. The wind picked up,and everything seems to be hurrying to arrive before the rain comes. The sun can't keep up and hides behind the clouds. Light bounces in and out of the room, sprinting through the palms and the orange tree. A kid shrieks as his skateboard clickity-clacks on the sidewalk home, a car bursts by, and a dog won't stop barking in the distance. I sit in the now-dark-now-light room, drinking tea and content that I get to be in my writing room, doing my job.