people tell me i'm lucky

[Oxford Rendón]

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The rain poured down as it had been doing for many, many days. It seemed it would never cease. Perhaps God was trying to drown the Earth as he had done once before, said the Bible. But Oxford wasn't even sure he believed it. God, the Bible, religion, how could people put so much faith into it all? It seemed strange to Oxford but he didn't care, that was a human thing and he didn't want any real part of it.

He sat upon a large boulder, his head dipped down as the rain cleansed him. It ran down his spine, soaked into his mane, and shed the dirt from his body. He'd be perfectly clean by the time the sun came out again if he continued to let the rain bathe him like this, he thought with an odd laugh. Oxford sat alone in silence, the rumble of thunder, the patter of rain, and the rhythmic breathing playing a song for him as he sat.