Plip, plop, plip, plop. The rain comes crashing down to the Earth, soaking everything and creating a puddle at every turn. The continuous roar of thunder pounds through the night sky. It’s depressing like a sad movie and darkness floods through the air. Nothing to see. Nothing to note. Nothing to do. Plip, plop, plip, plop. Splash, splish, splosh. Drops of rain on the windowpane as silent as the star dancing in the sky on a clear night. Saturating the plants, dirt and fields. Trees, jungles and forests. The streets of the neighbourhood, all wet and muddy. Splash, splash, splash. Life rejuvenating at every glance and turn. Plants, greenery and flowers springing up at every inch of Earth. Life is back. Thank you rain. Thank you for bringing back life. Thank you.
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