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NO RAIN,
JUST MIST,
HANGING IN THE AIR.

THE CLOUDS DEPART,
THE SUN COMES OUT,
BURNS THE MIST AWAY.

THE COLORS SHINE,
IN MOISTENED SKY,
ONLY FOR A MOMENT.

THEN BACK TO EARTH,
CASCADES OF BRIGHT,
DROPLETS COLORED AIR.

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