Rain, Reign.
Rain, is absolutely not concerned, about how it affects things. It is not bothered by how much paint it tears off a building, how many peoples clothes it soaks through, where its scattered form collects, and then coagulates into puddles, pools and flood like rivers.
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Adrift On a Dance of Grace and Light
The sunlit rays that have trickled in, have found their way through the intermittent movement of those branches, and the light on my desk now dances in accordance to the will of a determined wind, that uses the boughs to interrupt the steady beams.
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