Plip! Plop! Plip! Outside, small drops of water began to fall gently and heavily outside. The rain gently soothed baby Furaha to sleep as Orko whispered: “Oops, must be raining.” He floated up to the curtain and gently shut it, his bony blue fingers grasping tenderly against the silky fabrics of the wonderfully interwoven curtain of the balcony. He and Furaha could hear it pattering on the balcony outside, and were soothed by its gentle rhythm so much, that at once, they began to feel tired.
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