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The rain fell outside my window, I realized how beautifully sad the rain was. It was almost symbolic, falling from so high in the sky only to become puddles that children would later step on. I tapped my fingers anxiously on the windowsill, awaiting the incoming rainstorms. Despite the constant rain and depressing atmosphere here, we had never seen rain like this before.
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