Rain (super short)

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I love the falling sky whispering to me. Hushed splatters toppling like my dreams, soothing the ache of the earth's dry yearning. Whispers of hope, of worries drowning, sorrows washed away in the crisp air. I love the rain washing over me. Cold and unrelenting, pure and forgiving. The heavens are not so far, the earth not so empty. The harshness of reality blurs, fades, and there is nothing but the whisper of a better tomorrow.

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