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As heavy rain pours down over Gaza, while people everywhere else eagerly and joyfully welcome the arrival of winter, we in Gaza dread it. We are afraid of the rain. We fear waking up to find our tents flooded, our belongings soaked, and our children shivering in the cold. Here, rain is no longer something beautiful to celebrate. It has become another source of fear and suffering. Floodwater mixes with sewage, spreading across the ground because there is nowhere for it to drain. Years of bombardment and destruction have damaged the land and infrastructure, leaving us even more vulnerable to every storm. While the world welcomes winter with warmth and comfort, we pray that the rain will spare our tents. In Gaza, even the rain has become something to fear. �