The rain fell steadily. People stayed indoors except him. He was alone. He loved the rain. The drip-drops on his body sent music playing in his mind. He got drenched.
The rain made his clothes heavy, so he removed them. He felt free to be naked. He began dancing as he remembered the past. Good thoughts made him jump while sad reflections caused slow steps. He cried.
He then heard a whistle. Uniformed men ran to him. They certainly didn’t enjoy the rain. He laughed at them as they brought him inside the building. It had a sign: “Mental Asylum.”
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