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Beth stood high in the sky.
She was a star.
At least, everyone told her she was.
They said, "You glitter and shine.  You must be a star."
Beth did not feel like a star.
She felt like a rock.
She had lots of dents and holes.
She was good at hiding them.
Nobody else ever saw them.
At the end of the day, she would stand in the sky and think about her dents and holes.
She would cry.
She would wipe those tears away quickly.
She could hide them from everyone else,
But Beth could not hide them from herself.

It Rained That Day

It rained that day.

That day it rained.

At first it was soft.

Lilting.

Then slowly it became a torrent, thundering and banging.

The rain slammed in sheets against the window.

Hard.

Shoving.

It swirled in a vortex.

Then it's harsh pangs transitioned to soft.

Slowly, it backed off.

It again became a gentle rocking.

Back and forth.

Forth and back.