And so it was, I found myself stuck, trapped by the forces of nature surrounding me.
Within me there was a pessimism about the situation, the melodious drum roll of monsoon rain beating against the tin roof of the veranda where I was staying.
Deafeningly loud, the cacophony of sound threatened my senses, the ferocity of the storm contesting with my very being. Yet, from deep within, from the eye itself strength could be drawn.
In the violence of the monsoon rain there was a drum roll speaking to my soul
“Come on, come on, come on, come on.”
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