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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