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"But there's one thing I know                                                                                                                                                                                               The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me".                                                                                                                                                                                     Song, Raindrops Falling On My Head-B.J.Thomas

Walking through our neighborhood park, I noticed a gentleman                                                                          sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper. To my right,                                                                                             there was a gentleman lying down and listening to music.                                                                                       To my left, there was yet another gentleman standing                                                                                              and observing the clouds.  Having conceded to recede,                                                                                       
The moon had given way to the rising sun.                                                                                                                  

The sky was blue with scattered white clouds.                                                                                                                 The sun was bright on a mild and temperate day.                                                                                                        Tree limbs swayed in a slow-dance with the wind.

After a while, the cloud observer noticed a formation                                                                                               of grey clouds and respectfully warned the other two                                                                                    gentlemen that they should immediately prepare for rain.

The reader felt rain drops falling on his head and saw wet drop                                                                                    of rain prints on his paper.  He then pulled out his umbrella and                                                                                    kept on reading.  The music lover took a tarp from his backpack,                                                                               covered himself and continued with his music. The sky watcher                                                                                 was used to rain and always enjoyed the feel of being soaking wet.

Sooner or later, we all get proverbially rained upon.                                                                                                   For some, it will cause pain. For others, rain will force a change.                                                     Notwithstanding, there will be others who will remain the same,                                                                       not adversely affected, because they make adjustments for rain.

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