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The Rain
Rain inspires me. Rain washes my soul. I sit and listen to the drops on the roof and find my inner self. I watch the water hit the ground and form puddles like just a few people for a cause turning into millions Sadly only a few of us listen to the rain and hear what it really says. a message of peace and serenity. Rain can wash the pain away it can rid you of saddness. but most of all Rain can wash your soul.
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