The rain whispers secrets as old as time. Each drop and patter against a domicile is another secret shared. Some fear what the rain tells, others enjoy listening to what the rain has to say. Each secret, each patter, each drop, is another era relived and remembered. History remains in each drop that comes from the darkened clouds in the sky.
Rain is very talkative, isn't it?
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This was delightful, truly expressive.