Rain
This rain, like the unleashed dogs, ran on the streets, biting the passers-by, making them rush and jump over the puddles, all wet.
I like rains, but now I appreciate my warm home and the big French window.
This rain, like the unleashed dogs, ran on the streets, biting the passers-by, making them rush and jump over the puddles, all wet.
I like rains, but now I appreciate my warm home and the big French window.
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