The rain falls slowly, drenching everything. It gently caresses all it finds, cleansing, washing away. Leaving no trace of the taint that was there before. Not even the air is forgotten. Slowly the rain clears it all away, until only the true self is left. Under the rain, nothing can hide. Except for us, as we scurry away to take shelter from it's warm embrace, from its truth. Name it sadness and grief. When it is true happiness.
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