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"Rain showers are temporary, but the flowers that bloom afterward are permanent."
The rain didn’t just fall that Tuesday; it drummed a steady rhythm against the cobblestones of the old city, turning the world into a blur of gray and charcoal.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked.
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” —
"Thank you," Elias said, reaching for his coat. He didn't want to stay dry anymore; he wanted to go outside.
“Let it rain, let it pour.”
"Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life." — John Updike
Some words have stood the test of time, capturing the universal experience of a downpour.
"Rain showers are temporary, but the flowers that bloom afterward are permanent."
The rain didn’t just fall that Tuesday; it drummed a steady rhythm against the cobblestones of the old city, turning the world into a blur of gray and charcoal.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked.
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.” —
"Thank you," Elias said, reaching for his coat. He didn't want to stay dry anymore; he wanted to go outside.
“Let it rain, let it pour.”
"Rain is grace; rain is the sky descending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life." — John Updike
Some words have stood the test of time, capturing the universal experience of a downpour.
RedShark 2020 @ All rights reserved.