Listen to the patter of the rain. It feeds the thirday earth, changing the dried tan field to a plush green meadow; a blanket of love. Turned on a faucet above caused life to bloom so shortly after its gloom. It washes away the past giving hope to thefuture. All is right with the world so listen to the patter of the rain.
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