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It pours when it rains, may be; but rainy days never last! Only to quench the thirst Of the hot, parched world, a thunderous clouds mist; over the earth, ending heat. Nature has a tacit schedule to help the mankind around; famine or floods for testing a patience of a human mind to teach a lesson of living. The rainy days never last, but we should live the past. Written on 4/29/11
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