Rain.

Drip.

Drop.

Rain pours down.

Drip.

Drop.

But this kind of rain doesn’t make me frown.

Drip.

Drop.

I stared off at the sky,

A thinking look was in my eye.

Drip.

Drop.

And then, the rain stops.

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