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I Can’t Stand the Rain

by Frances Tate   “And the dreams?” the psychiatrist asks. “Stopped,” I lie, won’t admit the rain still brings them on. Worse than ever. I drive home, wipers dancing. Cooking makes me feel better; a romantic meal for one. Italian. Plenty of wine. I go to bed feeling relaxed. Dream. I wake, soaked and shivering. […]