This morning, the rain poured out heavily.
Out of disappointments.
Out of sadness.
Out of everything.
She still feels and sees the aftermath.
Damped ground.
Damped leaves.
Damped surrounding.
She looks at the sky and smiles.
It's a sad smile.
She wonders why.
Why do people have to cry?
The clouds answer.
"Tell us, how do you feel now?"
Then she smiles.
It's a genuine smile.
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