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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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RAINBOW AIR
RAINBOW AIR