2021/9/2 After the torrential downpour the world felt fresh. Cleansed of all the grime. That was why she didn't mind while it was raining, even extraordinarily hard. The ease of it, that all she had to do was let it happen, no need to participate in a massive community effort to wash everything and then provide continuous maintenance, that ease was something she cherished. With most things, things she had to do, there was an enormous effort. It was not that things were unenjoyable, but that they simply didn't flow, there was no monotonous, repetitive but wholly untaxing state that she could fall into while doing even very often recurring tasks. All of it required a substantial push all the while.