Raindrops falling as they must; sometimes rain is soft and pleasant, sometimes it comes in raging torrents, A flash of light, the roar of thunder tells us that a storm is coming; when it's passed the sun stops hiding, shining down with warmth and comfort. Raindrops are the voice of nature; I like it best when they speak friendship gentle as a lullaby on the roof o'er my sleeping.
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