Love Letter
It is raining outside.
It was dry for so long.
The baby sleeps in her car seat.
Breathing slowly. Deeply.
The rain runs down the windshield.
Her mother is in the Target.
The rain stops.
Where is she? Has she been gone too long?
The baby is still sleeping.
Here she comes.
The rain begins again.
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