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Rain.
Pouring and pouring from the sky.
Swishing and swirling.
With no idea why.
The variety of beats sang like a musical.
From softer dribbles to louder bashes.
The constant rhythm continued.
30 minutes passed.
A loud groan rumbled from the grey murky air.
Its hunger grew more pronounced.
Like a starving lion.
Yet it cannot capture any prey.
Its desperation.
Its agitation.
Its wretchedness.
Its misery exacerbated.
It’s as if it’s calling for help.
To express one’s emotions after holding in for so long.
Like a child, elder, or man crying.
A release of unbearable pain and suffering.
Despite the warm, sunny, and glowing days,
It will always have episodes of anger and despair.
Growls mimicking anger.
Rain mimicking tears of despair.
Of course it’s part of nature’s cycle.
Yet it mimics an human being.
An emotional roller coaster.
Yet that’s what life truly is.
— Galaxy
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