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Night-Time At The Barn
The first few drops of rain touched his shrunken skin and disintegrated into numerous molecules. He was still fast asleep. The sound of the distant rumbling of thunder echoed through the surroundings. As if nature itself wanted him to go back to the safety of his dilapidated barn. A gentle nudge of cold wind threw the hat covering his face into a frenzy. More raindrops tiptoed into those crease marks on his face. Finally, he woke up with a sudden surprise. His eyes seemed to still reside in the world of dreams, his senses still trying to make sense of the cloudy surrounding. It was all sunny a moment back but the sudden advent of these clouds and the rain disturbed his afternoon siesta. Picking up his hat and the folding chair, both half-drenched, he quickly made his way back into the barn. He wanted to make sure that his old companion was alright.