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The Storm in the Country
He was a vision in black standing at the edge the wide porch that clung to the back of the house. He was staring out over the unrelenting rain that swept through the back garden and echoed off the roof.
Elaine swathed herself in a shawl and folded his dark overcoat over her arm before stepping outside.
"I love the smell of rain," she said wistfully.
She wrapped his coat around his rigid shoulders and he nodded his thanks.
"I hope your garden is unharmed."
She peaked at the sky. "I shouldn't think it will last much longer now."
Sky, #30