Rain
The rain.
It falls.
The sound of heavenly water falling onto the earth is beautiful.
It's a symphony.
A masterpiece.
It calms.
It rages.
It soothes.
The rain.
It falls.
It ceases.
The sun comes out and the joy begins for some,
And for others,
The gloom begins.
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