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[...] It was another dreary day with veils of light rain falling. [...]

[...] I ran through radioactive rain (in a dream that, oddly enough, proved precognitive!), wandered through lovely gardens, explored several unfamiliar houses, and spoke with a well-known author whom I’ve never met. [...]

[...] Now, the cars went rushing through the rain. [...]

(Rain had fallen in a fine drizzle throughout most of the day; and now, I saw from our second-story living room windows, a heavy fog lay over the street corner below and the newly finished Walnut Street Bridge just south of the intersection. [...]

Some rain.

(“It rained a little, as it did nearly every day.”)

[...] There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of man’s feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.