One Rainy Morn

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By Rangr

The morn full of grey, Small birds chirp. Water dripping down red buildings' sides, Flowing in streams across the streets, Gushing through the gutters, Filling up the streets. With a thunder, the downpour. Sweet smell of earth.

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