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I am reading.

It is calm outside. The coffee besides me is sending out vapors -some lithe, some voluptuous, a few junoesque. Alluring.  My book, my coffee, my couch. The night, the late hours. All seemed pristine, quintessential.

No alert, no warning and it starts raining.

My reading got interrupted by the sound of heavily pouring waters. My coffee vapors were getting condensed as they were uncoiling themselves into the raining night. The belle of the moment got stolen by the intruder.