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A dramatic symphony, Echoes from billowing clouds above, The marble sky glows with golden warmth, At times even the orb is concealed, Gusts of wind fly past, Like driving a car with the windows down, White flashes illuminate brief moments, This marks the beginning. As diamonds descend from above, I turn upwards smiling, The cold weather relieving a tropical heatwave, The water replenishing parched soil, The blessings replenishing parched souls.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
The Good Rain
A dramatic symphony, Echoes from billowing clouds above, The marble sky glows with golden warmth, At times even the orb is concealed, Gusts of wind fly past, Like driving a car with the windows down, White flashes illuminate brief moments, This marks the beginning. As diamonds descend from above, I turn upwards smiling, The cold weather relieving a tropical heatwave, The water replenishing parched soil, The blessings replenishing parched souls.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
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