Rain
Rain. It truly is a magnificent thing. Let it pour down and fill our hearts, as we watch the lightning strike down to the earth, from the sky. The thunder roars loudly, as the rain turns into a giant puddle on the ground and moistens the sweet, sweet earth. As it falls down from the sky and turns into an even bigger puddle on the ground, it also washes the fruits and vegetables and cleanses our earth. Rain is always cleanses our hearts and souls, as well as the earth. It always washes miracles our way and we soon find good things happening all around. It’s as though the rain cleans a path of harmony everywhere it goes.
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