It is storming. It rains so hard, the roads are turned momentary rivers. The wind blows so hard, umbrellas become redundant. Under the safety of my umbrella, I call out to the rain with my heart: "Shhh... Stop crying, everything will be alright. It'll be alright," I said to the sky, trying to calm it. It seems to work, just a little bit
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