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Though the water had dripped slower than the second hand on a clock, the floorboards were warped, undulating like a November ocean. Each drop fell cleanly into the surface puddle, sending out ripples to the edges.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 13, 2016.
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The leak had peeled the rose wallpaper from the plaster beneath, letting it flop and tear a little under its own weight. The dirt of the years had been washed into a ragged edge where the wet met the dry and the room had an odour of mildew.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 13, 2016.
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Though slow at first, so slow that Brianna had refused to leave her bed to investigate, the dripping sound became faster. No sooner had she resolved to brace the cooler air of her room than the pipe burst altogether, sending a shower of freezing water onto the landing and cascading down the new carpet.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 13, 2016.
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A rain-like sound was echoing within the walls of the house, yet each drop was alone as it fell. Unlike the blessings of the clouds on stormy days that quenched the earth, every one was an isolated "pling" onto the vinyl. Edna stayed still, eyes resting on the wall as they had been for the past hour, her mind slowly adding the leaking water into the backdrop of the traffic.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2016.
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I've always been soothed by the sound of water. I can loose myself in the drum of heavy rain and the gurgle of storm water rushing down the drain. I find a running bath is hypnotic to the point of trance. A waterfall crashing into it's plunge pool is about as close as I come to spirituality. But when that running water sound came from the kitchen my heat leapt into my mouth. I guess everyone should know where the water shut off is in their house, but I didn't. Call me thick, complacent, whatever, but I had to call my Dad to figure out what to do and by then we'd lost a portion of the ceiling and the water was in the basement destroying the wooden floor. It turned out to be a busted pipe worth less than a loaf of bread, but that leak cost us thousands.

By robertgreen, September 29, 2014.
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I shuffled into the room. The room was damp, cold and wet. The soft patter of water on metal increased. Almost like the sound of bullet rain. I stared at the ceiling, I could hear it groaning under the weight of the rain. Small droplets begin to slide through the metal sheets...leaking.

By senzakura, September 14, 2014.
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When the pipe burst open on main street not a soul called the city to report it. It was an instant party, first the children danced with raised hands, then the old, then the mamas and finally the offices were empty. The heat had baked us so hard it was as if our very souls had quivered and hidden deep inside - only to spring out amid the falling drops.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2016.
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At first Jayden assumed he'd been sweating in his sleep again, so thickly was his hair plastered to his head. Then as he woke he became dimly aware of the sensation of rain, of light and scattered droplets. He opened his eyes to see a water leaking through the artex and the ceiling bowing in a way that made it look fit to fall any second.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 13, 2016.