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rain

A rainy morning is bad enough as it is. It’s 7AM, dark and gloomy. You don’t want to leave the warmth of your bed. Now, imagine you’ve had pile drivers and dynamite drilling as an alarm clock for the past 2 months, and suddenly, due to the rain, they all just stop, and all you can hear is the sound of the rain on the windows.

Getting out of bed this morning was a truly herculean endeavor.