The clouds were full of ink and the beach was dead silent except for the gentle waves which didn't seem to care much. The shower came almost in a hurry, rain falling in wild anarchy, the gusting wind carrying them in wild swirls one moment, a straight downpour in another and diagonal slaps the very next. I deserved it. Every bit. He was disappointed in me...I had failed him.

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