The Downpour
The exact time of morning isn't certain now. The first rays of sunlight find their way through the greenery. The dripping jungle feels its lushness outside the lab building, and, it will rain again tonight and feel another hard downpour, again more heard than seen. The jungle never escapes from this drenching, not this night, not any night. It holds an ancient secret, an agreement bartered in the very bowls of her darkest night, deepest valley.
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