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There's a unique sense of satisfaction in walking in the heavy rain. You step out of the shelter and get soaked to the bones. Many say it's like getting a shower. Maybe that's what it really is, mother nature cleansing your very soul. Maybe that's why everything seems to get brighter as the rain stops. The start of something new and beautiful, perhaps. Ah, but that rain is not pure is it? Because of what humans have done, we now have acid rain.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Humans destroy beautiful things
There's a unique sense of satisfaction in walking in the heavy rain. You step out of the shelter and get soaked to the bones. Many say it's like getting a shower. Maybe that's what it really is, mother nature cleansing your very soul. Maybe that's why everything seems to get brighter as the rain stops. The start of something new and beautiful, perhaps. Ah, but that rain is not pure is it? Because of what humans have done, we now have acid rain.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
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