It was that kind of rain 

It started raining that special kind of rain. They both knew it was the end. It always was, whenever this occured, and they knew it was coming. One accepted the timing, gave thanks and never complained. The other tore up the shop in fear or anger, and the cleanup would be arduous. Long after they were gone, both were remembered. 

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