The rain sings always the same song.
The first drops start with an undetectable ticking that suddenly grows becoming faster and stronger, then you can hear running feet and some stifled yelp until the great roaring arrives.
She knows this song by heart, cause she lives in the street, but she doesn’t like rain.
When it rains her master leave her reclined in her tiny velvet box, unable to make any move.
She watches people from there, dreaming the day she will be able to get up by herself and run away on her little wooden legs...
Here's the end of the story:
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