A dark Friday morning, it has been raining all night long, and storms are in play for the day, coffee is hot, classical music playing, no breakfast to be had for no food to be found, the old man had a rough night of restless sleep, awake in pain, he struggled to take a shower, no shampoo to wash his hair, no toothpaste to brush his teeth, a small load of laundry is in the dryer, sitting down and trying to catch his breath, another day in where his needs go unmet, another day he lives in pain, and the weather matches his mood, even tough the rain increases his anxiety, and the storms remind him of a tumultuous life, and the fleeting hope that respite of suffering and struggling will soon end is replaced with a crash of thunder and the pouring rain drowns out the old mans tears.

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