the pitter patter of raindrops Falling On The Tin roof house the croaking of a frog that hops and the cloud and the thunder that rows the smell of wet soil filled in the air fresh and green look subline roads and blue water water everywhere reverberating the soul and mind there was life all around and freshness and warmth abound the tiny life sprung from the ground and for every creature joy was found


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