The Roof, Tuesday, Late Afternoon

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There were many places on the island that Billy thought would be great for appreciating the rain. But just now he didn't feel like going out. So he posted himself up on the roof, bundled up against the cold, draped in a long poncho, and holding an umbrella.

He alternated between looking out at the rain soaked island, and closing his eyes, and just listening.

Few things were as calming and soothing.

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