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Yesterday I was walking back to my car after class in the rain. Two cats were waiting at home for me to curl up on the couch and snuggle with them, and I anticipated some folksy Sufjan Stevens to enhance the drizzly, sleepy atmosphere. As the water weighed down the bright red and yellow leaves still clinging to trees and little drops thumped against my umbrella I couldn't help but notice how poetic the atmosphere was behaving. In fact, if someone had attempted to capture the moment in a poem or song, the emotions of the setting would almost seem cheesy in their boldness. Just another beautiful unusual day one-of-a-kind day God sprung on me.