A gust blows through the not quite bare oaks, filling the air with swirling leaves. Clouds part and the sun slants bright golden light through the pouring rain.
Coyotes whoop in the dark, then fall still. Their echoing cries fade to silence. The bright stars disappear behind a blanket of clouds. Rain begins to fall again. The clouds blow by, revealing the stars once more, winking through the rain.
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