The sun, a tyrant, reigns with scorching might,
Days bleed together, a suffocating night.
My soul parched, I yearned for a cleansing rain,
To wash away sorrow and ease the sun's pain.
A tremor in the air, a whisper on the breeze,
The clouds gather close, promising sweet release.
The first drops fall, a melody so sweet,
A...
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